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
