And then they came......

Looking up straight through the window pane
I saw the drops dancing to an unknown tune.
Silver linings were nowhere to be seen. I looked in
And found my mind more cloudy than the sky.

Why my soul are you downcast,
Do you not see the beauty of nature?
The promise for the parched, the cycle of life,
The joy of the rainbow…….

I see the rains, my mind answered.
But with it dances, chaos and despair.
They tell me, “ Behold them choking
Under our thunderous grip.”

Where is the chaos you ask.
You only see puddles and sprouts , but not
The shouts for help or you rather choose not to
You are the chaos walking .

Deep with me something stirred, God’s own country!
They deserve to be punished and so do the Nagas.
I proudly retorted for here I was
Safe and far away from the wetness of the tears.

You are the chaos walking and not the rains.
But I have better hope for humanity
Cause I see the helping hands
Reaching over, parting the curtain of showers.

In there do I see my silver lining,
In people standing together in silent harmony.
And that is the rainbow I seek,
Made with all colors of man.

I wait here in silence. Is it the rains
That has stopped or is it my soul?
I wait again for the sound of the drops
And then they came again…..