She stands by the slotted windows
Shielding droplets from her eyes
As she waits a never-ending wait
To sift the needle of truth from the haystack of lies
She sits on a bench by the grassy knoll
Shielding droplets from his heart
As he hopes for the storm to pass
Before he can slip into playing an unintended part
The rain fell in a constant beat
Shielding the eyes and heart from each other
As it wondered what would now transpire
And whether it was right of it to even bother
Once upon a storm ...
A million accusations were washed away
A million excuses were left stewing
A million droplets fell in a downpour
And a devastating storm was stayed from brewing ...
© Rohini Chandrasekhar
26-07-2016
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