Aug 7, 2020
Rain
Oh how quickly my mood changes
When it rains,
Comforting me, often so harshly
I feel I’m safe inside, for the rain will wreck me,
But my mind wanders outside,
Waltzing around in the downpour
With doubt methodically,
Extinguishing silence,
Rattling peace,
Concealing chaos,
And then the pattering stops
And I depart from my captivating thoughts
I resume my focus to the middle page
Of the workbook in front of me,
Realising how refreshing the experience was
For it was my naked soul that was drenched
in the rain,
The downpour brought muse to it,
And it still lies there, jovially dancing in the rain,
For the rain is not only food for my thoughts
It is tea to my soul.
(By Mannat Sharma)
