#StormVoyage
It was just a sunny day getting to its end,
She in her room, confabulating to a friend,
Tis the windy gust, Waverley ascend,
The window unveiling, calling her to comprehend,
The eyeful view, an extending scene to be penned,

As she peeked outside, the sky got cloaked in dark,
concealing the sun, to celebrate its new spark,
This tapestry adorned, when rain plunges its start,
Soon the puddles, filled with cuddles impart,
Kids with dreams, paper boats their sweethearts,

Boats float with the rhythm of the drops,
Joys and laughter filled the air nonstop,
Their face crafted with joy in every spot,
Zig zag, linear, right left little sailors hop,

Soon it's downpouring, the boats at a loss,
Paper boats couldn't bear the force and toss,
Little sailors got hearty, went across,
Though jumping into puddles eased the loss..









© umama^