Writer
Day 34
Here you come again.
Hanging out on my window pane.
You give me chills when I step out in the open air.
You cause commotion on the lanes,
With puddles of muddy water here and there.
Yet, every time I see you,
I fall in love a little more with you again.
Day 31
Drifting in the air
A dried leaf
Sometimes lying on the ground.
Flying with the blowing wind.
Floating away
With no direction.
Wind, water, soil or rain
It settles wherever
Doesn’t complain
Glad about the change.
Day 6
The summer is here
Bright sunny days
Hot rising air.
Time to put the
Sunglasses and sun caps on.
Get into those
Floral printed dresses
Colourful shorts.
Sip on some
Margaritas and cold coffees.
The sound of rain through my window pane
So loud on the grayish white frame.
Drops splatter on the muddy plain
Winds howl and embrace the rain.
The pitter-pattering drops on lakes and leaves.
Gentle rumble of clouds with a crackling blaze
Thunder, wind and rain play their lightning game.
Immersing in its overwhelming power and busy affair
A slight tug on my insides
A temptation, a drawing, a lordly call of the rain.
Here’s comes the season of rain once again.
Nuraine Sadaf 