So parched was the ground,
The want of water all around,
A sense of void.
A breeze now and then,
Leaving us wondering when,
And with us the Gods toyed.
The longing for it all to be washed away,
Without uttering a word,that's what we pray,
Breathe life in us again.
The sound of thunder out of the blue,
A wishful glance passes from me to you,
Will it put us out of our pain?
We sit by the window looking out,
Waiting for the heavens to scream and shout,
So I cried.......
And then it rained.....