The pair of oceanic eyes, Welled up with rain, Is stricken by a nostalgic lightning. Some thunderbolts are abstract, Can only be felt, By the observer himself, But it paves the way for a downpour. Then, the rain begins, In its own melancholy silence, Sweeping the long preserved dust, Wiping out the toxins of atmosphere, Flooding everywhere. And once it stops, The weather becomes magnificent again, Foreshadowing the change of season.

Author’s Bio: 

Arjun Dahal is undergrad student of Physics at Tri-Chandra Campus, Tribhuvan University, Nepal. Talkative, Crazy, Funny, and Fun loving guy, his passion lies in Physics, Mathematics, Music, Literature, and Philosophy. His pen accelerates at paramount when there is a sharp downpour in the sky with roaring thunderbolts and lightning.His writings have appeared/forthcoming in Blue Marble Review, Burningword Literary Journal, Autumn Sky Poetry Daily, The Fable Online, Ann Arbor Review, The Recusant, Eskimo Pie, and DWIT News.