The clouds turning intense grey as my heart rejoice over an anticipation of a heavy rain. Water that pours to cool the earth and supress the thirst of all creatures always triggers a joy and hope in my heart. The sultry heat of despair crushed by the mightier seed of hope to over come all odds to sprout is the wonder only possible to nature.
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arid the surface
cherishing a drop within
never to dry up
Alas! just when I was watching a wind dispersed the clouds crushing my hope for a rain. The solace that I was eagerly waiting to brighten up my spirit not going to happen, I consoled myself with a hope of morrow.
pregnant clouds controls
loads of prayers , hope , despair
where will it relieve?