Dark storm clouds rolling in
Make 4 pm look like 7 almost.
The wind hisses under the door,
In the distance a frog croaks.
Sudden thunder, followed by a streak of lightning
Stabs through the heart of an ink stained sky.
Torrential rain shining like diamonds glisten
On black branches filled with young leaves.
The tree tops are shrouded in mist,
And I can spot a sole raven under the bushes
Drenched to the skin and cawing plaintively,
Much like me standing lonely.
Bare feet on damp grass
My insides ripple like the falling rain.
Ignoring the recurring pangs of pain,
I pin my hopes on a moon of waiting
As the downpour caresses a mundane grey twilight.

About Amrita Ghosh

About Moi - I like to think I am a simple person while most people tend to disagree. I like lots of things, sometimes quite contrary ones, a
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