Let the skies be gray
I love them so.
I love to see how darkness pours bliss.
I know the darkness precedes the tempest, yet
I smile and look up into the sky,
I can't stop the nature,
just wait for it to cease
'cause I want to jump into the puddles
made by the dark sky.
I want to learn to get wet
without feeling cold.
I want to touch the dew drops
without disturbing them,
and walk in the damp soil
without staining myself.
The windows won't allow me,
but I'll look out.
To learn to love the tempest
with it's raging shriek to accompany me
life long....
© Aarya kareepadath