The dark sky

Yawning loudly, as I opened my window,
Saw the dark sky ready to drizzle,
It instigated me to sit on my balcony couch,
With a cup of coffee to see the dark clouds.

The dark sky brightened my mind,
And the drizzling calmed my nerves,
With warm feelings to relax,
And stare at the sky with no big plans.

As I inhaled the cool breeze,
Could smell the Earth and flowers,
Is this a way they get a shower?
As I smiled at nature, the provider.

My mind wondered like a sailor,
Who sails in a calm sea in rain,
Looking at the sky that controls his move,
Dreading the sea may become rough.

Kavitha Patchamalai

Published by Kavitha Patchamalai

I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. BY ROBERT FROST