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The downpour is not helping, not even the slightest bit.
At every flash of the lightning, I brace myself for the thunder.
Yet, at every clash of the thunder, I squirm like a wimp.
Every time the wind howls, I feel a cold chill, a grieved one.
Every time the raindrops fall, I feel my heart sinking an inch.
Why didn't the wind take away my insanity?
Why didn't the rain wash away my doldrums?
Why does the sun hide its face behind the grey sky?
Why does the medicine not make me feel better?
I can't fathom, not yet, and my heart is stinging.