Disclaimer: This came out as an impulse. Contains Intended Metaphor.
A muted noise was around,
Rainwater making its way to the ground.
The tree by the balcony, shivered by the showers...
That had begun to approach the fresh, green earthly blades.
A mist lay all around,
Dwindling drops of water falling down.
Standing there,
Hearing the clouds thunder,
Feeling the breeze on the face,
Was Somebody.
A mist lay all around,
Dwindling drops of water falling down.
His breathing was slow,
But mind was racing...
Far from the li'l droplets,
Past through the murky sky.
A mist lay all around,
Dwindling drops of water falling down.
The rains could turn out to be a storm: unpleasant.
Or form a Rainbow: Much from being just pleasant.
He was the chosen one to decide,
The pleasant or the unpleasant, was to be judged along, by him.
A mist lay all around,
Dwindling drops of water falling down.
Just too under-knowledged to decide, was he?
Or perhaps, just even a bit afraid to think about it?
The Rainbow meant treading along the harder path,
While the storm made its way, as a tempting one.
A mist lay all around,
Dwindling drops of water falling down.
The Rainbow finally turned out to be a ray of happiness and hope, he knew.
And the storm was something he won't want to face later, he knew.
The murky sky didn't help at all by thundering out,
The mist had no different case, either, but for confusing him out.
A mist lay all around,
Dwindling drops of water falling down.
Shivering though the tree was,
It wasn't unhelpful at all.
It was all drenched and misty,
Yet it stood, and stood tall with dignity.
A mist lay all around,
Dwindling drops of water falling down.
The path was finally decided upon,
Harder though it was,
The mist: now helped by lifting around,
Drops of water, not dwindling now, but still falling down.
He had to form the Rainbow.
Then though it meant treading along the murky sky.
After all,
He was Somebody,
And that Somebody,
Is Me.
