Thekkinkkattil

A Storm

 A storm is brewing in the east

Birds and animals seem to retreat

Air is still and nature has a solemn feel

Dark clouds conceal the pleasant land scape

Ghastly winds precede

Thunder and lightning gives an eerie feel

Rain gushes down in torrents

The feeling you get is not so pleasant

 Apprehension takes over common sense

 And you sincerely wait for the drama to end

 

                                                           Gitanjali