Starless sky and crestfallen clouds
has been weeping for days.

Gale as bleak as a sad symphony
passing through every now and then.

As the rain echoes in her hueless
room, she lays still with no  purpose.

Under the comforter, under dressed.
Coziest dreams, waiting to be dreamt.

Her cluttered mind slowly unraveling
as the wrathful sky kept on bellowing.

As each thoughts withdrew one by one,
She slowly felt like drifting away.

Tranquilizing rhythm of rain-
Natures lullaby.

We grace the sky by keeping sane and alive,
So it's not protecting a barren land,
And retains it's purpose,
Although my lifelessness would encourage,
A deserted deceased body,
Over a lifeless one,
Do I have the right to despise the tarnish in the monsoon sky?
The flowers and rain,
The ceaseless beauty of this land makes me sick,
Neither am I right full to chase it nor have it,
I have been bleeding while only noticing the beauty of my blood,
With its throbbing pain going unnoticed,
Because it's all I have been allowed to see,
My nature propells me to admire what I see,
My feeble cry of destain,
Abolished by the thundering sound of the rain,
I have successfully pursued your hate,
Yet,
I am not satisfied.

I like to sit beneath my open-aired pergola,
That I may listen to the gentle
Pitter-patter of rain droplets
Softly colliding against the aluminum,
While the wettened ground breathes, and
Fills the air with a delightful
Earthy fragrance.

I have so often wondered why the rose in the yard kept being a rose when everyone else is a dandelion,
or why it would recite light when midnight is still in the land’s arms.

When the spring rages,
and the rain dry of its songs,
when the colors are famished
of their sky,
when the stars abed fail to rise,
this rose is unfazed.
ever flamboyant on the stage,
gliding gracefully on ebony ice,
this rose has a will of a cactus.

The storm that once
overtook my soul ceases,
a soft zephyr taking its place.

I gaze above as the Sun
reaches its zenith;
away from all the chaos
I yearn to leave behind.

All that could be heard now,
were the echoes of blazing thunder,
blurred into the faded hums
of a lullaby I once cherished.

Shall the cries of the dead be heard?
When the world quites down,
Do the weeping winds coax their pain?
Seeping the ground for their comfort,
Will the rain find it's purpose then?
Will it be happy knowing it's not just a source of shallow joy for the living?
Will the clouds stop crying?
Out of pity for the dead,
once alive,
Does the sun apprise us of the regret of the day before or the one ahead,
Does it pity the ones it doesn't serve,
The ones dead

Every time you come,
They say
"Rain, rain go away"
But,
They never ask you,
To stay

"Rain, rain go away"
They say
"Rain, rain go away"

They also say
"Come again another day"
But,
That another day
They say it again
"Rain, rain go away
Come again another day"
That another day,
Never comes for them
So, rain
Why don't this time you stay?

"Rain, rain go away"
No, don't
Just stay here for today

And they say

"Rain, rain go away
Come again another day
Little kid wants to play
Rain, rain go away"

And I say

No, don't
Why can't you see?
Today, I'm waiting
For you to play with me

"Rain, rain go away
Come again another day"
No, no rain don't listen to them
Oh! please stay for today

They say

"Rain, rain go away
Come again another day"

No, please don't
There's no way
You're leaving me
Again
Today

"Rain, rain go away"
They say
"Rain, rain go away"

i think you can dilute me
in the southwest monsoon
that buries the city in july
i let the gray rainfall
choke me, drown me
until all my colors have
bled through me

i think i can dilute me
and make me easier
tolerable for you
to drink up, to love
there is nothing more i want
consume me, renew me
make me water in your hands

i think there are other people
out there, waiting for me
but i don’t want to wait for them
when i have waited so long for you
so just dilute me, **** me
let me be a chasm
and fill me up, up, up

i think you can make me
into someone you will miss