When the sky boils over
In shades of scudding grey
When the clouds talk loudly to each other
I wonder what they say?
Do they like to light up the place
Where they are around?
Do they decide upon the spot and then
Zap electricity to the ground?
Do they peal out with such loud thunder
To give us folks a jolt?
Perhaps they feel quite gleeful
When we jump at lightning bolts!
It's quite easy to feel happiness
When it's a fleecy, blue-sky cloud.
We feel much more overawed and quiet
When the cloud lights up, and cracks aloud.
The title refers to
an eponymous movie by Satyajit Ray