It’s
raining outside,
The
heat is somewhat out of town,
Or
perhaps the sky’s so burned up,
That
to tears it has melted down.
The
Drop that drops to calm this ground,
Falls
and falsely turns around,
Hiding
pangs of hidden anxiety,
Showers
smiles on smiling Duty…
Wonder
grasps the wonderful moment.
Surprise
gets the best surprise.
Meaning
finds it’s only meant
To
beautify the Beauty’s eyes.
But Truth
now fails to term it right--
The sky
that cried to quench all plight.
Instead,
it only kept burning more,
Wounded
deep into the core;
Healing
mass, making them smile,
But
scorched inside like a girl docile.
It
smiles with so much pain inside
Then
how can it be bona fide?
It
quenches thirst, wipes out Dry,
But
why not smiling, why just cry?
Isn’t
it unfair to call it right?
Why
should it be fighting all night;
Only
to show that it is fine,
Wake
up good and work and shine?
Everything
quietens all around.
No one
answers, no more sound.
Trees
keep dancing, flowers bloom
Surrounded
by a cheerful gloom.
It’s
still raining outside,
The
heat is quite out of town,
Or
perhaps She is so burned up
That
silently She waits to drown.
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[Pictures from Google]
