Maria Malik, Class IX G
I was happy, lazy staring at the window pane;
What I saw was thunder, lightning accompanied by heavy rain.
I never knew if paper boats could be caparisoned that way;
Dark creepy thoughts entered with a beam of golden ray
Colours of saffron, golden and yellow had disappeared that day;
Blue, black and grey had given way to dismay.
You could even take the wild thunder as a radio track;
Or maybe a ghostly sound, haunting and black.
My teeth were chattering, my lips rosy pink;
How can anyone hate these pretty puddles all the way, I think.
I pray to God to never let their paper boats sink;
To see them jolly, merry and happy after every blink.
Heavy rainfall can be equally bewildering;
Whatever it be cats, dogs or any human being.
The birds are spotted looking for shelter in this heavy storm;
I wish I could bring them in my blanket to keep them cozy and warm.
Am I the only one who enjoys every form of nature;
In this fake world of materialism created by every creature?
I hope to find someone who thinks the same as me:
Not cursing the weather but being thunder thirsty!
