Solace

By Mohith S

Outside the window

thunders and winds

an endless rain

the drizzles

seemed to crumble

the metallic sheets

like a paper

in the front yard

me

lying on my bed

a blanketing warmth

of my own body

clocks ticking, one after other

lights out

hanging fan

03:11 pm, a disquieting angle

staring at the wall

a faded yellow, lifeless

a somber white from the clouds

the only proof of the sun

since the morning

I want an endless sleep

with endless dreams

until

the sounds of the rain

lasts.

By Mohith S