pitter patter...

Its raining..the clouds have finally burst out..
In joy? in agony?
They don't tell me..
The pitter patter sound..quite enchanting...makes me happy
Yes..kinda..it does...
All getting rejuvenated..pristine..fresh..new..
They cast a spell on me...the rains..they do..yes..
Now who's crying there?
Aww...the tiny baby in her mum's arms..
Sing her the lullaby lady..
Or maybe some rain-song?
She'll love it..i know she will..
God's in her still..yes..she'll love it.
There you hear the ugly grogs croaking away..
Shut up..will you?
Actually No!you shouldn't..its monsoon time!
Your season after all..
You should celebrate..
Just because i don't..the world cant stop to jostle!
Can it? what will happen to the people if it does?
What will happen to me?
How will i be able to forget that the cloud got untuned..
That it was crying in anguish?
It just couldn't hold.. no more..
Its raining.. yes..
Pitter patter pitter patter.....