Blue sky filled with grey clouds,
It's December not August,
Sunny day is replaced by rain,
why is this season so purplexed?
This clouds must be lost their way,
Who command them to align there?
I am unable to hear the whisper
of the droplets, I feel they carry weigh,
Nature's act why so synced
with my emotions?
Is every single atom of universe
is feeling the same kind of confusion?
Clouds will move on after rain,
But confusion will last, so is the pain,
The uncertainty is the eternal truth,
Those are the gone days when
Rainy seasons starts from June.
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