Rains

Here they come, the happy clouds,

With divine hopes and wishes loades,

Smothering the long parched land,

Dropping sweetness on dirt and sand.

Colliding clouds of blacks and whites,

When lightning strikes the vast skies,

Frightened child runs after her mother,

For, the night is dark and full of terror. (Sorry, redwoman! I stole your line :D)

They say when Gods are angry, 

they make the drops acidic,

Ever wondered if they were drunk,

Would they make it Vodka-ic? 

Let’s welcome it merrily as joy rekindles,

Dance, run and play football in mud puddles, 

If lucky, we may meet our innocent fun self, 

Who is lost in the crowd of lifeless selves.

Anyways,

Goodnight. Do enjoy the rains.

Prerana :)