Cool breeze blowing with petrichor,
Me, standing with my heart being langour.
Clouds moving along with the breeze,
Wanting to caress all the trees.
Silence of the breeze and sound of the thunder,
Euphonic to hear ,making my heart ponder.
This grey climate make me ebbulient,
By respiteing me from all my predicament.
This cool breeze embracing me,
And the site seems charismatic to see .