Roaring loud with incomprehensible sounds,
Venting the unbearable heaviness,
Darkening every existence,
Determined to wipe out any light.
Soon followed by the rains,
Heavy rains blocking all visibility,
Leaving one with the instinct,
Melting away all the angers with the touch of the rain,
But one wouldn’t admit keeping up with the guarded pride.
An Experimental attempt to put thoughts in writing by Monica Ingudam.