On a sad, sad day
there were happy clouds
and thunder made a special appearance
On a sad, sad day
there was noise
puddles and literature
But on a sad, sad day
there was no happy you
or confessions and laughter
therefore on a sad, sad day
the rain is a welcome respite
and yet sadder
the evening that is to unfurl.
© S.Mirza
15 February 2013
Safire Dreams 