ONE FINE DAY

On one fine day,

When the sun was shining,

Bright enough to keep the dark and cold away,

When the wind was blowing,

Fast enough to caress with comfort and cast away the worries,

There came a dark, heavy cloud,

Overshadowing the life of the beings below,

Snatching away their vibrant laughter and smiles,

Replacing a frown of worry and doubt in their faces,

For they were worried for what was coming for them.

Sky full of dangerously rumbling clouds rolling,

The wind went on biting harsher day by day,

The heavens kept weighing down heavily,

No sight of light anywhere nearby,

And then suddenly, 

Crashed the lightning,

Destroying them completely,

Leaving them in a miserable state.

They kept on living,

With a light within a jar in their hands,

Called hope,

That kept on burning and saying,

'The sun is coming for you,

Wait for it, for it will be there for you in your days,

And the moon is coming for you with his group of stars,

Wait for it, for it will be there for you in your nights,

When they are here, you'll learn to love the black clouds and the rain.'

Every time it flickered as if to die,

They got worried,

And shielded and reignited it.