grey skies, stopped time
smooth yet scratched wings of the ravens
coming towards you like a bullet
and the cool yet humid winds are often
signs of the end.
turn the perspective, oh wanderer.
turn the perspective and you'll see
how the ravens fly past you and become
one with the rain.
look past the clouds and you will find
a patch of blue giving a hint of what
lies beyond the gloom.
shake the branches and collect the drops,
consider them a souvenir
bare feet on the grass and wild flowers
all around,
turn to the skies and bless the eyes
catching the dew and letting it slide.
extend your hands and let it rain
close your eyes and feel the same
feel the water, dotting like pearls on your hand
flick them away and watch them sparkle as they land
stand in the rain, or walk around the lane
beauty of rain is not gloomy
peace always follows after the rains in hurry.
feel blessed to be on an earth where the Heavens are allowed to weep,
feel blessed to be on an earth where you are allowed to feel.
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