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 and blinding white skies,
The play had ended and the actors had gone,
The black boots with people in them stayed on
The rain had ended, the floods were no more
The stage was forlorn, and far beyond stood
The tall glaring buildings, closing on ground
Stout as ever, holding the sun back for long
He screamed out, lifting his hands up to the sky
As the black booted people closed in towards him
In moments 'twas all dark, frightening dark,
He was no more, and the world was marching ahead
As was always with him, he looked down no more
The weatherman still stood still, with the sky in his hands..