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Wednesday 20 August, 2008
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A RAINY DAY

  A rainy day, with a cloud filled sky and fluctuations of drizzles and occasional showers

  Thunder rumbling in the distant skies

  Moments of quiet contemplation , reflective alike

  Such thoughts on my mind ?

 

  A forlorn heart , crying out with an unheard voice

  A desperate soul in solitude seeking escape from melancholy on a dismal day

  Sitting on a cozy arm chair , munching pop corns and watching the rains fall by

  By the window pane , the little drops of water coalesce to form a bigger drop of rain

  That drench the leaves of some unknown tree by the window side

 

  Strong gushes of the wind at times

  The leaves borne away from trees by those sudden gusts

  The solitary afternoon  no sooner giving way to the dark hours

  The radiance of the day light fading out ….

  The street lights burning by

  The rain doesn’t cease by

 

  The window pane appears smoggy , the rains patter

  The street lights appear shimmering thro’ the moistened glass

  Cars speeding past the roads with their headlights on

  Those lights of the vehicles scattered by the rain drops

  Like almost a prismatic effect  rendered by the rain and the atmosphere , the lights

  Could almost set your mind reeling  into imagination

   And you be carried away with into a world of make believe

 

  And after the rains ? Life moves on like it used to be

  The rains just giving ourselves wings to fly in our imaginations

  Pluming and proliferating the imaginative …

   

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