The Downpour.

The downpour,
the first downpour it was.
A battle,
battle between the winds and the water it was.

Falling drops,
not just falling drops, it was.
Just the beginning,
just the beginning it was.

While the earth quenched its thirst,
and the dust gave out the scent;
the leaves shown bright in green,
lightning struck like it was meant.

Eventually, the drops poured,
and the winds hustled.
A duel that roared,
like it happened never before.

The winds daunting,
pushing the waters, Said,
"Be here, be there, be everywhere,
for, why have you kept me awaited,
like you don't even care?"

The water was no picnic.
Ferociously, it poured more. And more.
"I, known in romances,
I don't care?
You stupid winds,
maintain your calm and stare.."

Manifolds went water's strength.
Winds did not comprehend.
While the earth, the sky, the human race,
appeared to be on a sluggish pace.

Everything began to grow dark,
as if paving the way, for
the lightning to strike & be Stark.
occurring all over again.

But,
suddenly all of it ceased.
Slowed down the hustle,
to make it grow subtle.
as if all the forces surrendered,
the winds and the rains meandered.

Then, the light came,
through a slit of clouds,
and enlightened the frame,
with nothing well-so-loud.


The downpour,
the first downpour it was.
A battle,
battle between the winds and the water it was.