Clouds and Rain

This one is from the Ghazal Page Radif challenge.

Monsoons come – the gift of clouds and rain
Thunders drum – the shift of clouds and rain

Somewhere along the roses of her cheeks
Dew drops plumb the lift of clouds and rain

Though walls of confessionals have ears to spare,
The priest is dumb to the shrift of clouds and rain

It is nature's design that we have grown apart,
Love has become the rift of clouds and rain

Ahmed follows along, with nowhere to go,
Feet succumb to the drift of clouds and rain