I saw the sky yesterday, painted rage
With dark lining on its ample page
Quickly, endless strokes caught in a marathon race
To calm the earth’s hotness
Trees trapped wailing
Birds roam dark clouds a lurking
The moon enquired to hid till evening
And the sun, its light denied
The sky beamed with its lightening
And cautioned with its thundering
In the closet I hid its fury
That was directed at me
Seeking solace in mother’s weary breast
To escape a music devoid of a graceful crest
Whose pulse sets the soul throbbing
This is all I ever dream, all night
penning a wonderful and breathtaking scenario, , , , , reminding me of my poem 'Nocturnal Ladies' and 'Silver Needles', , , such emotion in the sky
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As a kid, I used to be vey scared whenever its raining and most times I had to hid my head under mummy's cover...