A minuscule drop falls on the casement.
I move out of my domicile and stride along the alley as I look up
The sky has an inky hue this dusk, enclasped by clouds.
I wonder why the clouds weep, why they fail to veil their tears with a mask of pretence the way I do.
The rain calls me to a place remote from home, one which feels like home.
I continue ambling and the rain continues falling, copiously now.
My physique is soused with water, as if the rain knows I desired an embrace.
I descry a lightning in the distance, and a roar in the clouds follows.
What do the clouds tell me? I wonder.
I stride back towards home as the rain ceases gingerly, yet away from home.
The long embrace of the clouds and the sky comes to an epilogue.