Waiting

The gust has started. Sky shying away from the sun. I groped for leisure in stead... It just can't be like any other day that comes,yawns and makes way; treacherous sweat still on the skin not expecting the rain to settle the deal. I put aside worry, words and frothiness and do start waiting in order to get rid of the scar that time has left on our will. You like to join me waiting for the rain that has promised to visit us from afar? pratik