Looking at the silver grey cloudy sky
early in the morning in the first blink of the eye
I think of no other sight anygood anymore
Its nature at its best , right at my window
And in the next sequence of events ,the Power goes off
and There is no light in the room now
So I open the window doors
to let in some light, to let in some air some more
Then I say to myself
This is not a usual sunday morning
This is nature's special
and I shall call it Random thoughts on a Rainy sunday morning
Motley sounds riding on the air waves
make way into the vacuum of my room space
trees fluttering , clouds thundering ,rain drops splashing
All are making of Random thoughts on a Rainy sunday morning
I feel energised , I am in a higher state
I need no morning tea , it is a visual-feast and I have so much in my plate
I am overwhelmed ,I am lost in this aesthetic setting
I dont want to return from this Random thoughts on a Rainy sunday morning
Then slowly and slowly , the rain dwindles
And it puts out the fire in me, it some time back kindled
Like they say ,all good things must come to an end , and I come to my bearing
But what will stay with me forever are Random thoughts on a Rainy sunday morning
