Starting with a playful drizzle,
Followed by the heavy rains,
Blinding and clouding one’s vision,
Hypnotizing one into a different world,
Fooling one with a false image,
Uprooting trees and bruising flowers,
Leaving with violent thunder and lightning,
Putting one in a trance,
And slowly everything seems crystal clear,
It was the storm,
And the storm never stays.
An Experimental attempt to put thoughts in writing by Monica Ingudam.