No Passing Shower
Dry land
Wilting under intense heat
It had ever been like that
On this land
Till the smiling cloud arrived
On an errand
Smiling?
Didn’t look like bringing rain.
Expecting the shower
A little insane
But then looks can be deceptive?
Just like the land
Firm from afar
Come near
And the cracks give.
The cloud
Floats atop the land
Ponders awhile
Then breaks open
Drenching a portion,
Not a mile
The land
Beams back
Out of politeness
Not permanent
But still
Temporary relief
Nevertheless
But lo!
The cloud
Resists the worldly winds
Stationed right up
The parched land
Continues to shower its love
It’s here to stay
Two lives
Destined to change
Has destiny willed it this way?
Well, maybe too early
Can’t say
But one thing certain
This, no passing shower
It’s that so pure, selfless love
For the lover
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