Dream. Abstract. Devastation.
'Twas raining.. He couldn't see a thing People were running for cover Flash floods causing menace everywhere The weatherman didn’t know when the rain would stop And none knew what the sky looked like beyond the clouds. A black umbrella.. Stout against the fiercest of drops That continued to collapse the buildings That once fought off the sun so bravely One drenched body standing tall under it With his eyes wearing a sparkling glimpse And none knew what the sky looked like beyond the clouds. A broken roof.. Above a broken house Pair of eyes looked through a broken pane Hands scouring on the window railings Had wished to stay inside.. waiting.. The weatherman had said he would return To take him to the world beyond the clouds. A wait in vain.. The black boots were near The eyes winked vigourously, fear-stricken They had come for him, and 'twas time The weatherman hadn't come, still To take him to the world beyond the clouds. A sudden flash