The sky looked ominous
Yet had the heart for tears.
And so it showered its sadness,
Upon the fragile souls.
The little men scurried to their holes,
As the didn’t wish to get drenched,
In the tears of agony.
Yet I gazed back at the sky,
As it’s tiny storms reflected back in my eyes.
The petals of the night
And the creatures of the rain
Danced to its tune.
But many a being,
Hibernated in depth
As the rain pelted heavily and
Filling the air with its intoxicating breath.
The clouds led no way for the sun,
As it’s sadness was greater than the light.
The taste of the drops felt so mystical
As it hit my lips, and I was sure then that,
The coldness of grey was purely sweet.