Rain

[Mukhra]

The sky grew to be dark with anger
Shortly, with no prompt, it tore
It poured all its emotions, whether angry or mad
It showed others, that yes, it was not happy, but sad
The rain poured down, concealing my tears
The salty, similar taste was vulnerable to all fears
And then, out of nowhere,
Came a ray of sunshine
Growing bigger and bigger, so prime
The rain left its mark, but not for the worse
The landmark, the droplets did nurse
Soon, everything became healthy and strong
People say rain is bad, they’re neither right, nor wrong
But after the rain, comes the glow
It heightens the beauty of everything that never seemed so
The shower is just a warning of the happiness that lies ahead
We just decipher the meaning as something else,
“Rain rain go away,” a million times we have erroneously pled

hmmm...nah...forget it...no need to explain wht i have written
Just that...for a while, going to stop writing, taking a break...for a few days