Tales of a rainy day

And what of storms that rage outside

The clouds that gather not,

Unseen, unheard, yet deep within

A chaos that can’t be fought

 

Like white noise, the thunder gongs

The silence of the mind

And lightning whips up nimbus dark

Outside, the sun is kind

 

For all these storms that wage within,

We wait as with the rain

For clouds to drench our worlds anew

With drapes of hail and pain

 

This - the only way the clouds are freed,

And with them, are you.

Cold, bedraggled, icy world

Somewhere – a sunshine blue

 

Bit by bit, the warmth returns,

And then, the west winds chime

That you have seen the stormy eye

Though you never had a crime

 

Sometimes, knowing all, life decides

To keep shelter away,

That you may tell your future self

The tales of a rainy day…

 

12th December ‘2021