The drizzle from the after world curbs the abundant sunshiny summer day streak.
The droplets from the cosmic downpour stroke against your bedroom window.
You feel imprisoned,
Confined to the 4 walls of your home,
Because now you‘re compelled to hide,
From the rain,
In fear of being drenched.
You’re advised to keep your umbrella elevated,
As your guard and shield,
From the blessings showered on us from above.
We’ve been notified as children,
We need to devour on our nourishing fruits,
And not always wolf down chocolates and candies,
So why can’t we be thankful for the fruitful god sent gift,
And for once think no more of the pleasing aesthetic of a sunny day?
The fall of rain isn’t unfortunate,
The wet weather won’t impair you,
It’s not your enemy,
So stop hiding.
Just as the felicity from the sunbeams comes to an end,
The rewarding showers will too.
The flooded highways will eventually dry,
Because rain is just another slice of the tremendous cake of life,
And yet we dart,
From the blessings that fall from the sky?
Why do we sing out our love for the sun on mountaintops,
But run towards the cave when the thunderstorm hits?
The most dauntless humans,
Who live in fear of none,
Stand motionless under the drizzle of rain clouds.
It’s the spirited souls,
That dance in the rain,
And become it’s friend.