By Nikita Agrawalla
The sky feels heavy above my head,
I wait for the storm—but it brings only dread.
The sea holds secrets, dark and wide,
And I wish the waves would shift the tide.
The clouds arrive with a thunderous cry,
A melody lost somewhere in the sky.
Still, I wait with open eyes and ears,
For the rainy voice to ring loud and clear.
I was confused by nature’s silent scream,
Dark clouds heavy with golden dreams.
Yet when the rain begins to softly fall,
It feels like magic—after all.
Isn’t life the same, an endless race?
Carrying burdens under nature’s grace.
Sometimes it’s beautiful, sometimes dismay,
But the sky feels lighter—day by day.
Beautiful poetry ✨