Its a Country Song...

Starting from the brisk rumbling of the dry palm leaves to the tappering of the first drops of rain for the season, the harmony crept along to sooth the battered soul. Recent researches have proved that rain and clouds glooms the mind and makes a person depressed, quite antonymous for my mood swings. Catering to the needs, the rain drops paint the colour uniformly through out the soul, drenching the long awaited thirst to satisfaction. Its another season of loneliness. Its another season of being all alone, walking in the the thunder, just to compare how heavy they can be over my empty world? The answer keeps streaming down the temporary stream that makes way from the cracked fence of the desolate house: that's me.

The answer keeps me guessing for nothing, beacuse at the end of the season it will be again a ray of fruitless hope. The journey is uphill, never ending. The rain shall come again after an annual cycle. Who knows whether this house can meet up the challenge to wait... or stop in between into the dead cold....