It's been raining since last night. The news is reporting, Of flood everywhere, And the climatologists, Have termed it as the highest rainfall of the year. Is it just a coincidence? Or, even nature is weaving you goodbye? And throughout the night, I have ridden through the Electric storms to this infected dawn. The clouds have scattered from their hiding place, The perpetual flux of breeze Have changed their way. The raindrops which had once, Imprisoned the entire universe, Within its bubble boundaries, Have gone untamed. Thunderbolts and Lightning, Now so resplendent, Have interlocked them with the hurricane, Of the mastering nature. The cosmic gales, Then- so splendor, Now, have vanished In the Amethyst leaves of the summer garden. A long siren has echoed In my shaken soul, With sadness confined in tears, Summoning them all that my lips can't utter, And your name remains at the edge of them.