That day too had a dazzling afternoon
Later the pale sun said adieu as it kissed the horizon
The rich blue of the twilight slowly lost its color
The bird's song hushed, as the nearby hill
Lost its daytime's emerald fancy and fell into dusk's stillness.
Drenched in the gloom of the night outside
Except the cricket's buzz, all was dark and still.
Then it started with a soft murmur among the leaves.
As the round moon shone a few clouds tiptoed
The wind grew teasingly harder rustling the trees.
Now no more dark, no more light
The nearby hills lit up with shades of gray
Sometimes dark, darker, sometimes light.
Stealthily into the vigil's haze came the storm.
Thunder grumbled from far away, like an angry lion
The leaves hurried across the baked floor like rats.
The cold wind blew aimlessly, but stronger now
Lightning cracked as the rolling thunder came nearer
In shivery delight, the burning lamp extinguished.
Sleek skeleton fingers of lightning illuminated my room.
As the thunder rumbled even more nearer now
The big drops of rain hit the thirsty ground.
It rained all night, hard, yet harder.
The thunder broke the sheaved rhythm of shower
The sky wept all night,
The rain flooded my mind with lamentation
The long lost pit holes of sorrow were filled again
Scattered pools of rain water and tears.
Late at night, the rainfall ceased to silence and calm.
By then my mind was free of thoughts
no more frets, no more alarms
The sky wept all night, and I wept too
To lighten the heavy clouds of sadness.