The tears of clouds
They are not in a good mood,
They feel blued,
They are overloading the streams.
It is good,
They are watering the wood,
And, acting like a pill.
But they never stay dry,
They always glow.
Is also used by many like a bed,
It is not the indication of fears.
But never stay still it always crawls,
They help trees to stand tall.
But without leaving any stain,
Without closing themselves between walls.