Rain Dance
Was looking…
it was a dirty window!
the bio-numeric art of water ..
gave a new count to its new clean looks.
hm!
what is it doing?
cleansing the smarty glass with its tears?
heaven has opened up to baptize the window!?
the same window ! that was reflecting everyone
the same window! protecting us from heat and wind
the same window! got wipes of windex for ages
shiny and sparkling..
waited for monsoon to cleanse its other side with its tears!!!!!!!!!!!
Like the unreachable , dirty, neglected windows of high raised buildings…
we all shine up our outside …
But
we all need a thunderstorm, lightening to wash out our INNER SELF….
YES!
The bio – numeric art of rain dance, has its own hidden meaning! for you and me to understand…
instead of wasting money on windex..
pray for a thunder storm…
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