The Perennial Poetry (Captioned) The breeze caressing through these hairs bring forth a shivering sensation. Nature has its ways of expression , that of love , hate and many more, the undefined ones. Seasons aren't there in one's life but weather and the best or worst part, I don't know, about it is, it changes . Weather has been a perennial theme of poetries so has been our lives . Not just nice one but more violent and extreme. Thunder, lightening, storms! The winds blowing at a slower pace could calm this chaos but what about this storm, a chaos itself .