Laden wisps of the sky,
Deeper than the deepest dye
Paint the summer day dark,
Answering to some murmuring lark.
The dusty shades are all washed clean,
And some distant peacocks laugh and preen,
But someone sure knows the source of this treasure trove -
These are all but tears from above.
Untimely and uninvited, the rain still falls
Wet eyes see as melancholy crawls.
But thoughts still are drawn, staring at the sky,
If it can let go why can’t I?
Life is not like rain, for it is all in rewind forever
But rain lets go of the summer pain; that is for us to remember.
- Vaisakhi Mishra