Let me keep it short.. I simply love thunder and lightning and the heavily pouring rain. It feels as though it washes my entire soul!
I tried to capture it today …… 🙂
What rain has washed away
Be given and washed again
What wills have burnt with a candle aflame
Be born again like several moths
What time has thrown and rusted
Be given again and strong as iron
What crimson the heart has bled a lot
Let it be pain, but never love again
Published @ Us Magazine Pakistan
Somehow after reading the title, thats the photo which came to my mind.
As I was watching the slow drizzle far away, a few drops were blown with the wind towards the window.