A grey sunrise and an even grey sunset
Most of the days, grey, is what you get
Dark clouds flying in from all directions
Fast or slow varying by their emotions
Hanging so low, it gives me butterflies
Pouring so wild, it can cover up all lies
Millions of raindrops gossiping with flair
Is it petrichor or do I smell a love affair?
My attention towards my life heightens
As ears clog with a noise that quietens
Then suddenly the clouds take a break
To me, it seems like a pleasant mistake
But out of the greys, the sun rays peep
Designing an arc that makes me weep
Look! It’s a rainbow! I shouted with joy
With all the colors & charm for convoy
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