The Torrent

Dry winds are blowing from the mountains afar,
Whistling down the slope,the arrival of summer!
They enter the valley,move down its turns and bends,
And soon find a gushing but lonely stream as a friend!
The dripping sound of its water,falling on stone and ice,
Remind the winds,of the days of stream's frozen demise!
Which was caused by their northern cousin,who is merciless and cold,
But,now powerless to stop the stream from marching,as the sun shines very bold!
The winds bow down,to extend a warm hand of friendship,
And pace down,skidding over the stream and finally take a dip!
The icy water knock the winds down,now immobile on the speeding current,
And starts narrating stories about men who rode its rapid torrents!