“Upon us all, a little rain must fall”

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“When it rains too hard, try and smile. There’s always beauty in the seemingly unpleasant. Think of life as ‘aware’, in Japanese. Sometimes, it helps to romanticize”

Vague, blurred monsoon skies

They seemed alive, and a cold soothing blue.

Wisps of clouds drifted slow; there was this

Incessant rumble

And a heart that thudded within, too.

There was also  this, pleasant chill

Those distant trees and their lilac blooms

A melancholic purple haze.

A sadness you could

Get addicted to.

Nearer, the gulmohar, all fiery glory, and

It’s pink sister

In tow

Then there were those

Golden groves

Of the yellow amaltas.

The world was

All green and cold.

Winds, cold unobtrusive winds and

Those rainbow hues

Made rainbow showers

 everwhere

And carpeted streets

In mauve, cherry, gold and red…

Maybe even spring couldn’t boast of

All the splendor

The rains beget.

When the rumble grows louder

Broken only, by claps of thunder

When darkness looms, and a welkin cries

Amid all the

cacophony

A trembling heart grows still.

It finds, the tremendous strength

To calm all its, terrible tremors,

And to hold tight

To tattered dreams.

A shaken spirit finds

resounding peace

Amid the violent patter of rain drops, and

 the howling winds.

When darkness looms, and a welkin cries

Someone, sings this tune

Of a beautiful night

 a burning candle,

And

a melting heart

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