| RAIN |
It rained heavily last night. Through my window I saw tiny raindrops falling in a rythemical order but the melodious music was missing. I felt those tiny raindrops injurig the night. Even sensed the pain. But simply stood there as a passive observer. It was dark to decipher Who's mourning what? The cloud or the night. Probably the cloud only as the night never had a medium to express herself. Except for the darkeness. But on the name of expression I saw the cloud lacerating itself. And why does it happen, the night has to carry the burden of the clouds laceration's. Perhaps, the cloud is too weak to carry its own burdens. Or the night never had the courage to revolt............. Whatsoever, What I dont understand is Why I did'nt go out ? Enjoy the shower of rain (as I used to ) Perhaps, Due to fear of getting wet, getting injured or getting lacerated. With my fears, the night grew pale. And while on stepping on the dawns edge I noticed, the rainy rythm had left some noticeable huge scars On the nights face. It must be paining (I thaught) Then I took a deep sigh "Thank God ! I'm saved " but in no time I realized I was all wet . Water was oozing out of my wounds. And it was difficult to hold myself together. Last night, It must have rained heavily inside as well.
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