Clouds – Christina Georgina Rossetti

White sheep, white sheep,
On a blue hill,
When the wind stops,
You all stand still.
When the wind blows,
You walk away slow.
White sheep, white sheep,
Where do you go?

Poem – Clouds – Mirabai

Clouds – 

I watched as they ruptured, 

ash black and pallid I saw mountainous clouds 

split and spew rain 

for two hours. 

Everywhere water, plants and rainwater, 

a riot of green on the earth. 

My lover’s gone off 

to some foreign country, 

sopping wet at our doorway 

I watch the clouds rupture. 

Mira says, nothing can harm him. 

This passion has yet 

to be slaked.