Bitter Rains

By Anannya Dheep

Dear goddess of nature

Why today of all days are you crying such downhearted

tears?

How do I know you ask?

The looming smell of petrichor has vanished from our

land,

Instead there is a satanic metallic scent.

The birds were not humming prior to this sunless pour,

Instead they lay deep in their nest.

All else seems dull and murky,

I wonder whether it's just my eyes ,

Because to me the sounds of rain are so disconsolate,

And all the colours out of sorts.

But may I say,

It's not the time for such sad tears,

If you cry like this then so will we,

As your tears reach us before they do the ground.

By Anannya Dheep