It was raining with the rain, the grey clouds of pain,

Running down the hills with the streams of muddy water.

As they got drenched and shivered from the cold

They felt it wash away, the dust that settled over them over time.

Sometimes darkness is the only way to light,

To get to the dawn you have to get through the night.



Photographer Unknown
Poetry © Copyright 2017, Niharika Jaiswal