A rain that felled in a rhythmic beat
washed away our muddy feet
rain frogs croaking beside the pond
has drone,
so as the violent rain has gone;
drenching each tiny leaves of oaks
reminding us of a wedding vows
the rain has gone,silence the night
has worn.
we are moving ahead to the port of call
holding hands with a shivery breathe
ahead and ahead
through the streets forlorn..



Written By,
Rekha Antony