Gray clouds and pitter-patter.

 

 

its raining lightly these days 

even the rain has a sweet taste these days 

the long awaited wind whooshes through my hair 

as i look at the rain with a different stare 

There was a time 

when the rain was all mighty and strong 

he wished to flood the world off after all.

that rain scared me , for it reflected disaster 

and today i see the same rain 

only with laughter 

is it the rain who has changed 

or is it me ?

is it the situation which has changed 

i ponder greatly .

for the world seemed dark a few days back 

but i feel the world gives a chance 

for you to come back 

Alas ! , the question stil remains 

will i get up and fly my way ?

would the rain always greet me with glee 

would the star always shine within me 

i know this was some really bad poetry 

but still i wanted to write something filled with positivity 

for i have been mourning too long 

i finally found the strength to smile along 

lets hope it goes well for everyone in the world 

for each of us have our own rain 

to which we twirl and sway away !