Monday

And then like once again
Someone said, Sky, Rain.

And in my city,
the clouds carried
dust and ash
to wash the witty

Thunder roared
but only once
Trees waved
and I gasped.

This water,
It will keep pouring down
It will makes its way
Right or Left
It doesn't care.

It will flow,
with the flow,
Like a rose
In a desert.