The night sultry, was not apt for June oddly. Sleepless, I tossed wildly and dreamed walking on the moon vividly, To my dismay, the dawn broke early turning my dream blurry and my eyes groggy. The drip-drip noise outside, drew me to the window sill. The air was cool that, I could feel. The birds chirped merrily Flying away happily, for, they had their days work to do. The clouds adorned the sky And patched the mountains 'twas a beautiful day, and But not a time to make hay. A sudden roar in the sky, Warned me of its rise high The clouds quickly paved the way, to let it shine as bright as a day For it was the King of the sky. Soon more clouds unfurled Once again it faded, Going into hiding, now for a very long time. Bidding goodbye, It promised that it'd be back with a dash once the rain drains and the time apt for a new chapter.
-Sreedhar Iyer