#WritcoPoemPrompt81
When the sky is grey, it's going to rain,
When the sky is bright, everything's going to be alright,
Thrashing in the Rain; in the whole day !
Where as the epilogues of times ; sometimes a Prelude;
A rhythmic noise draining in humidity;
When we entailed into it ; that dampness;
Wet clothes, water droplets stagnant in the eyelid !
Soul solely in warmth !
Body effectuate the spirit ; a medium to be subjected to !
Each atom , molecule ; each cell for becoming a being !
In its ecstasy ; in its tranquility !
The gained pain, is leaning and reverberating and destroying for becoming nothing; without leaving an imprint.;
Forcefully a war of emotions intruding to be involved in a group
Leaving molecularly splitting to form tiny segments which is unable to become one ; to be unknown to become none ;
Pains gentleness as numbness should be energised to get destroyed the grouping of molecules; for happiness to enter;
In this rain; where there is shievering molecules randomly trying to collide; emerges the epitome of hope',
Lamentations were defeated in a awe of...