The Angel

Last night it rained,
It rained as it had never rained.
With thunder and clouds all over,
With panic and chaos strewn,
The water had finally drained.

Long back in a swarthy night,
The rains had poured like same
With a scent of sodden earth and
A light of joy and mirth.

It was a windy night they say,
The winds had changed direction,
The trees leapt to the grounds
While the leaves lilted with dare.
The sound of the conchshell shattered the clouds.
The clairvoyance was finally clear.

An angel had touched his life,
An angel had struck upon the boy,
An angel was destined to bring upon him
Copious showers of bliss and joy.

This time the rains were violent,
It was more of a tempest, they say,
The wind was full of torrent.
The clouds were as much heavier.
The rains beated mercilessly
Throughout the night and day.

News came in that the storm had stopped.
The rains had finally made peace.
The lakes were filled to the brim.
The roads were covered with broken leaves.

Devastation was all around.
Cries were helled on earth.
Everything had come to an end,
All the joy and mirth.

Far away in lonely silence,
One pair of eyes appeared from a window,
With dry tears leaving marks on cheek
With half opened eyes and heart pounding
The boy stood as a meek.

He wished for another storm.
He wished for a fiercer rain.
He wished the clouds to roar strong.
He wished the angel would come again.

The angel was never seen, they say,
The boy waited for his life,
With pounding heart and strong hopes
He wished he would meet the angel again...
He wished he would meet the angel again...
He wished he would meet the angel again...