Dark is the sky,
Seems those cotton balls up above are about to cry.
While people around are in haste,
She seemed nonchalant yet poised.
The darkness seems to now evade,
Roaring thunder and lightning seem to fill the sky with a new shade.
There she is standing at her window,
Staring at those droplets of rain rolling down the windowpane,
Lost in a world devoid of pain.
The cold breeze plays with her hair,
Undisturbed she is from the frolic so far.
The soil is now damp and emanates a wet scent,
She takes a deep breath and inhales it to her heart’s content.
It’s been a while and the first storm of the season has now subsided,
She is still there at the window staring in vacuum,
She is still there lost in her own world of equilibrium.