It was a long afternoon, withstanding the wrath of the angrily smiling sun.
I stood and murmured at my annoying non complaining shadow every other time I remember. My thirst became an aspiration to keep moving, and a juice to my hope. At every billboard I stared, its content I devour in seconds, for a minute is rather too extravagant.
Day in, day out my joy stocked to dry throats, the mercies shown by the battering sun, If I laughed, I can’t remember but with each step my smile glitters- ‘tomorrow is another day.’ I take solace in my ability with a self-console that all I needed is an opportunity, just one.
This morning wakes with another sound of the same old song
As I jump into my mode, little did I know that not only mercy will I behold from the sun but also that she will give way for the rains to hide my pain. Then it rained! Now I need not pretend nobody will detect what is going on. This time my roaming was cut short, and as I find my way back home I became a rain maker myself.
So drenched from head to toe, shaking with teeth tightly clinched, a drop of tears, my last convert flowed along the paths as others before her. I took a minute to say thank you to the rains for tomorrow is another day. Even as a sleep, I look forward to another day yet to meet with the sun and dance to her music with all pretentious pleasure.