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.
