The paltering sounds of acid rain, burning as they reach the concrete ground. I know it was painful - I couldn't help you.

An endless whisper haunts your mind, midst in the acid rain - where I'll cover you from the burning rain. You let the rain drip down your beautiful heart and scar you, regretful of your past.

Although, I loved you, so I can't just watch and let time pass. An embrace made us forget the iron taste of blood, or my wounds smeared in mud.

As a haunting whisper will forever remain in the past, I'll love you with all I have, despite you no longer being my other half.

A normal rainy day
Dark clouds, rhythm fused together
I am standing with my umbrella
As an unsaid rule
My hands catching the little drops
Seeing someone running
Someone waiting
But my gaze got struck with someone
Someone in WHITE with no rules
No ruthless runs
Every drops on him says a story
His Cargo's and White T-shirt are saying their own story
Left thinking is he so confident to let it ruin with the rain
His hair curling upto his eye lashes
His smile stands him out in the deamed rainy vision.
His jaw tightened when he looked up in freedom
His hands are close to his body but I can imagine them dancing
I said there is nothing new
But I am still in my unsaid rules
And he is joying freely.

Rain, the thunderstorm,

and the complete surrender --


of the trees: awesome!

The earth so thirsty,
Like the burning in your throat.
Dead leaves no longer crunch,
But slide from underfoot.

Dust has turned to powder
Radiating from the scorched earth.
Trees standing motionless,
Branches extended in plea.

A whirl-wind whorls in the distance,
Devouring all in it's path,
With not a question asked.
Devastation.

Roofs uplifted and fallen,
Cries of anguish at the sky.
Why?
Despair turning to anger.

A crack,
A rattle,
A rumble.
And the heavens answer in a loud mumble.

Hope?
Anticipation?
Possibility, or
Relief?

And then ...
Plop, plop - a raindrop
The sound so profound,
That all prospect is drowned.

The storm comes to a head,
Deafening anger pours from heaven.

This is what you want?
Take it - a demand, not a request.
Will you ever be satisfied?

The dehydrated ground,
Drinking it's fill.  Till it no longer can.
Each drop, a promise of life,
Where earth has narrowly avoided strife.

The darkness lifts,
The sky now a lighter hue,
Where the sun peeks through
Shining yet another never-ending promise.

Steam rising,
Yes - hope uplifting.
The lingering sweet smell of rain
Dampening your skin.

Satisfied?

Not a breath of air,
The world around me hangs motionless.
Waiting, waiting in anticipation.

Flora trying to remain worthy and proud,
Struggling and waiting in the still, heavy air.
Waiting in anticipation.

Fauna lying in the shadows,
Mustering the courage to look alive.
Waiting, waiting in anticipation.

Each day turns darker, the skies bulkier,
Waiting to burst, but impenetrable and dense.
They too ... waiting, waiting.

When?  Minutes pass bye,
Then hours and days.
When?  Waiting.

Each being holding on,
Holding their breath, striving for the feel of damp.
Ans still waiting.

Today?  No.  Tomorrow then?
No, how much longer can we hold on?
Today becomes tomorrow and tomorrow the day after.
Waiting, waiting in anticipation.