The
conspiring clouds,
get darker by the minute.
Heavy and
fecund,
larger than
life,
looming over my dry existence.
And,I couldn’t
care less!
Let the rain
and its rhetoric
go on
forever!
I watch the wanton rain, and
Its shameless, unrestrained passion,
And refuse
to be drawn
in its wicked game.
The harangue
of clouds,
the fury of
thunder,
Try with
their might
to
intimidate me,
mocking my
nonchalance,
Fail
miserably.
Oh! The
temerity of rain
On finding me
dry, takes
A dig at me
And I end up
Soaked!
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