It began as a whispering in the air,
A dome of plasma-blue is what the sky wear ,
I quickened my pace as the clouds began to gather in the sky,
A post-card perfect sky was changing as if it will cry,
From a beautiful cocktail-blue shade into a darken gravel-grey,
As for today" it will rain", now I could say,
Large pillows of clouds were forming ,
The old-gold colour of the sun was blotting,
It was a tar-black when the huge clouds move towards me,
The first pearl of rain dropped unto the leaves is what I could see,
A tinkling sound came to my ears as I got the rain's first splatter,
I heard its tapping on the window just like a pitter-patter,
It sounds so nice and the sky is beautiful today,
I mean everything is some form of grey,
Surely, this is a new day of inescapable wetness,
So I sit to watch the downpour errants drop fall that brings calmness,
From this cozy place imagining water of crystal-cleared appeared in my skin,
As I smiled to myself, I feel it just the same as if I was there in the...