The rain suddenly stopped. She was about to get drenched when the moist filled her eyes. Of disappointment. Of agony. Of anger. Of hope. Of rest.
Rain,
Oh, you unknown train.
With wishes in a chain.
Lost in the terrain.
A chime of pain,
to clinch the sane.
Of misery and bane.
And a stain
thou
shall remain.
She wakes up to see the myriad ecstasy of silver bushes, soaked trees and sliced clouds. A clove of saga, and a ranch of exaggeration. A chirping peace and a quivering thought. To ask Him, why is this.. is this.. this..