One Rainy September Afternoon
Rain falling like the story of my life ,in droplets, in cascading downpour, with occasional whispers of a lonesome wind pulling me into a deep slumber of rest and respite And then it thunders on,the sky, and the rain,endless torrents of tears seeping into every crack, every break of my soul, and then it happens-- night falls. It finally ceases the thunder and the rain. All is silent save for the moon beckoning me to wake, rousing my soul from dreary sleep .And then I do. And this is when lightning strikes again...