November Rain

The rhapsody of the pour

all night long reminds of an

unknown folk tune

and the hissing of the wind,

the swaying of the trees coloured the commotion.

The moon, who was smiling at the

stars , went away, with his

Friends and the sky

became a black

Blanket over the earth like a carpet

Of gloom and woes...

The rain roared like a monster

And the trees trembled and

The bushes shivered.

The bird without a name,

Who was humming an old tune

for the moon, before the rain

Flew away leaving her

nest in the branch alone to

Grieve the departure of her friend...

The mild breeze, who was roaming around

And caressing the branches just

vanished Into the stillness of night

A lonely tree stood in the dark

Alone, meditating in silence

Waiting for the cacophony to end

Looking into the sky …water dripping

Over it like uncontrolled tears...

November rain, came without any

Caution like a predator jumping

on its prey,

Like fate upon a man…..