The crimson grey clouds have an obsessive habit to cry; inundate barren regions of earth with surplus amount of fresh water,

The washerman has a stringent habit of washing blotted cloth; scraping tons of dirt with adroit strokes of the wooden batten,

The city traffic police have an impulsive habit of waving their sticks; cant help but do so; even when in realms of deep sleep,

The soil has a bountiful habit of giving birth to blades of wild grass; when fed with paltry amounts of achromatic water.

The sheep on mountains have a routine habit of walking in clusters,
Weave their way through interspersed regions of the jungle leaning on one another,

The birds in the sky have extravagant habits of chirping incessantly; convey the innermost of their feelings via this medium of coherent music,

The saline waters of the sea are prone to habits of crashing against chains of rock; falling with a loud thud on the shore when imparted turbulence by the moon,

The milkman has an infuriating habit of delivering milk in wee hours of the morning; waking people up from domains of celestial sleep,

The dog has a noninvasive habit of barking vociferously at strangers; wagging its tail when jubilant; in cris-cross fashions thereby dismantling the harmony of air,

The venomous snake has lethal habits of consuming baby milk; injects its poison while relishing the same with slender tongue,

Politicians worldwide have chivalrous habits of making promises; fail to deliver the same when floating high in webs of corruption,

Striped lizards have defensive habits of squirting blood when attacked; change their color with nonchalant ease to strangulate unsuspecting prey,

I had an unrelenting habit of running till I found paradise on earth; bathe under the crystal springs of mesmerizing nature; live in transcendental oblivion sheltered from pragmatic realities of life.