The day after

Thundering and roaring,
He stormed out.

Just moments ago,
He broke free to pour.
What a relief to my parched and cracked body!
Drenching me,
greener than ever before.
Exhilarated birds sang songs of passion.

High up there, he hummed a tune of love.
He made love to me with all his might,
Bruising me and melting me, as the evening fell in love with our glow.
She blushed pink and curled up in her own fantasy of the moon.

Had he been there longer,
My thirsty offsprings would have grown and multiplied.
Refraining his spread,
he might have thought himself a floppy dead weight.

My leaves fluttered and my grass swayed.
He was called, so he drifted away.
 Tiny streams and rivulets kept emerging on my face.

Leaving his traces behind,
He rode his chariot away in fury.
Warrior of the heaven and the most sought after.
He'd care less about me now.

"Oh! Your never ending needs.
Do I not pour enough?
Why do I have to rain more?
Why do I have to rain differently than I do?
You make this king of heaven look dark in his images on your lakes! "

So he disappeared from the skies.
In solitude, my waves protested that I reach out to the heaven and speak up.
Time passed and
they started fuming and bubbling all the more.

I quaked and quivered to tell them the truth.
I have nothing without him and he is nothing without me.
Yet he is annoyed by my thirst.
It's unfortunate that he thinks it's lust.
Every atom of me is found in him
Every drop of his is mine
We have lived in each other's embrace since the dawn of time.

Through his soaring temperature,
I sense that he can not live without me.
Assuredly, then I calm the waves
He is here to be.

The lonely balloon (Age 18 months to 4 years)

Far away on the clouds, near the moon, lived a beautiful bright red balloon.
He would float for miles on end without a friend.
 He kept feeling sad and that his days were bad.
Until, one day through a hole in a cloud, he saw a chirpy little girl at play.
His eyes sparkled with joy. To earth, he thought he must find a way.
At once, he bounced on the cloud, and then made himself a way
Then he journeyed down for the first time.
What a lovely world!

He waved at the birds and the flowers on the trees,
Then he smiled at the buzzing bees.
Then he came down to meet the chirpy little girl.
"I am Red. My dear, what can your name be?"
She replied with a bright smile, "My name is Shalmali".
"Would you like to play with me? "
"Of course ", he answered eagerly.

Then, they both bounced and ran over the wet lawn and slid down the freshly bathed green slide.

In the park, Shalmali sought while Red loved to hide.
"Hey, would you like to fly?", asked Red.
And Shalmali said, "Yes please, very high."

Both of them flew by some beautiful lakes and hills and loved to feel the salty sea breeze.
Oh! Gliding far above this land is so sweet.

It started getting dark, and Red and Shalmali were very tired too.
They hugged each other as they reached the street, where the churning cows mooed.

 Shalmali waved Red good bye as it was time to get home.
Red smiled from ear to ear as he had a wonderful time.
He kept flying higher and higher as he dreamed of another day full of smiles.