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Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Musings on a rain-washed summer day



While the mind was praying the Heavens to wither this Sunny might,
Drops of rain on the window ambushed it's dreamy sight.

Washed was the Earth & the air in its rainy path,
Gusty cold winds subdued the cursed summer's wrath.

Gazing at the quenched soil, the soul pleaded it's bruised heart,
To cleanse it's pain – to let those restrained rains of tears depart.

Flood of tears thus blinded that blessed rainy sight,
While the mind thanked the Heavens for withering this Sunny might...