Shuffling feet, hands in pockets
The lowered head, with gaze on toes,
my puffy eyes tried to clear the view in front of me,
To let me walk through the trails.
The drop fell,
On my head.
A drizzle drop
And glanced up ,
Putting myself together
Just to see the sky bowing at me.
I was all wet by then.
Thunders overtook the sky
And the thunderbolts seemed to fly
And I smiled.
The very moment,
When I thought that the world left me alone,
The sky hugged me with its fervor.
The rains dashed upon me
as my tears intensified.
And soon my knees touched the ground
as the showers amplified their sound.
Why they fell.
I knew they were for me.
But with what motive?
Did they try to support my rage with the thunder storms?
Or they tried to wipe out my tears with the rain forms?
But whatever they did,
I was glad of it,
Though I couldn't show MY feelings to the world,
they expressed it.