Sky, kites and.......

The sun is faint, the clouds are roaring but the roar is not threatening, when the air brush me off I feel water I feel rain. Sky is cloudy, further south the blue sky peeps into the busy earth but the clouds rush to fill the gap. As they try to fill the gap, the whole part looks like an eye, deep blue eye. Few kites browse the far sky and one soars freely in the sky above me. I wonder how it feels to be free I am not saying the kite is free it is attached with a string, somebody down there is flying it at his will, he pulls the string and let's it loose. Perhaps he is tasting what it likes to fly free, what it likes to rise. The kite rises and dances forgetting its string and the hands that hold it but just a pull makes it realise the freedom is just an illusion. Similar fate is shared by the one who holds its string, he does not think about it as he flies the kite. As if his life has stopped for a while as if it is he who is flying as if he has the control on what he wants to do.
At this time the cloud do not look mightier, they struggle to pull the curtain beneath the Sun, they seem to have been able to do it but the sun tears it apart and I just imagine it as a laughing teenager over a weak troublemaker.