There are heavy, weighing clouds floating in my very own heart.
I am awaiting it to whip down in the form of rain.
Indeed, it's drizzling out.
But, in no wise, it makes me feel light.
This won't curb me from fighting.
The thunder and lighting may possibly fill me with fear and, on top of that, be threatening.
But, this will obviously not break me off from fighting.
Because I know the drought land that I own,
It won't be the same once the rain will be flown.
It turns out to be exceedingly fertile,
As my effort sunken in this fight will in no way go futile.
© Vidya Rao