By Riya Singh
It's the war between the winds and land
The bright lights that roar around
Are growling of the thunder
Striking swords in fierce
The sky looks all commandeered
The dark clouds have won the reign
The winds are dancing the steps of honour
There's someone very happy hiding the sun inside
May be for some time it's gonna prolong
Titter tatter makes the droplets everywhere it falls
The soil has left its essence in the wind, I can't smell any further
The windows are all traced by splashes of water
Everything has paused for an hour
It's only the kings among the clouds speaking
Rest all are in fest for a little while standing still
I'm amazed I like when the rains win
They are the symbol of downpour after a win that's worthwhile
I don't mind even if it' dark
Not all blacks symbolise loss mark
To me it's the spark
The winds impersonal to me engaging me in more activeness
The splatter tuning with my work
The clouds so serene making my thoughts wide and nice.
It's raining again
And I bargain
To rain again and again
By Riya Singh
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