This isthe poem which came to my mind while I was coming back to Chandigarh from Kasauli..... The clouds rose from the plains of Chandigarh to the height of the Shivalik ranges..... and soon the sky became murky andteh calm forest that hovers over the National Highway became dark and noisy..... 

 

The clouds thundered

The lightening occurred

Flashing and threatening

BUT The Hill held high

Its head with glory

All its pride and might

Unnerved and beckoning

The revolting clouds to try

Their might and have a fight

Both mighty, made fists tight

Flora and fauna were in fright

They knew the Results of Fight

Were dark and  are never bright    

There was a thunderous cry

The hill kept his head high

Swayed its trees making strides

To check cloud’s unusual rise

Audible were Cries, sobs and sighs

Hill saw the plight

Of the ones Hill Loved

And thus The Hill bowed

Clouds too swayed

Shaking hands

Both understand

With promising stand

Next time no wands

Only jadu ki Jhappi

Now hand in hand

Smilingly they stand

Clouds get scattered

Sun rays again Filtered

Rainbow Sprinkled

And now everywhere

Smiles twinkled