#152 Rains & Thunders...

The clouds quickly

changed their colour,

sunny, bright, blue and yellow

to misty, dark and purple,

the lightening and thunder

calling out the scare in the distance..

Soon my hands felt the drizzle

and in no time it shifted the gears,

rushing and pouring in its integrity

to quench the thirst of the earth,

making me walk with a hunched back

just to hide underneath the bag in my hands..

A part of me looked for refuge

and wanted to halt for a while,

a part of me never cared

rains or thunders, be with all their might,

as for us, perished be now or then

what is born here, has to end..

Hence I walked, miles and miles

in search of a rainbow,

drenched with the overburdened love

of sky gods and cold winds,

sweeping along, strapped around the shoes

all the wet mud and flying leaves...