Rising crescendo of cascading torrents
Poured down the cloudy sky
Before taming down to an incessant drizzle
Musical in its unyielding calm.

Streams were yet to be born,
Roads not drowned beneath
A carpet of muddy waters.
The earth, hoarding every drop
Deep in its bowels,
Allowed nothing to flow
On its surface.

The surreal union
A parched thirst met by quenching rains
Left me breathless,
Unable to pull my gaze away.

I waited for the glorious arc,
A rainbow crowning the sky,
Raindrops flirting with sun rays.
As the clouds thinned,
And my hopes climbed high
Towards their summit
Steadily.

But
But the veil of doubt
Flickered unsettlingly in the mind.
Perhaps it was sixth sense,
An overthinking foolishness,
Or something I had seen
And yet missed its significance.
Pulled me back
From enjoying the scenery.
An unnamed fear had started to nest
In my mind.
What if

What if the cloudy sky
And the deepening shadows
Swallowed the light forever,
Leading the earth into
Darkness’s reign?

What if
The parched earth in its desperation
Had bartered away
The light
For eternity?