this mind rattles in the dark oft
a glimmer of hope could help perhaps
nothing but an overcast
it shan’t last for long
dark clouds can’t linger forever
soon will it rain down
and the sun will appear bright again
a cleansing ritual is all this
gently sweeping and mopping the stains away
and a final rinse to spruce up
a good cry to flush that fog
the silver lining may hover for longer this time
a wish that meanders my way when it rains!
This poem is written as part of the #WordsMatter blog hop, organized by Corinne, Shalini, and Parul where 42 of us are coming together to share our musings on the prompt ‘When it rains’. I received this tag from Sunita at Mumbai On A High and it’s my pleasure to pass on this tag to Anagha Yatin at Canvas With Rainbow.