The golden hour before the sunset was idyllic.
To welcome the demise of the day,
Birds flitted away, vanishing into the reddish clouds.
The day started off with a glint of hope, a ray of positivity.
The gray mid day lacking the same warmth,
A storm spewing out thunder and lightning.
Pigeons took shelter in the window sills of thatched houses, its inmates shooing them away as they were noisily interfering with their favourite show on screen.
It came down in buckets, flooding the once clear pavements,
Littering the streets...