The Squall

The lighting breaks afar

signalling that soon we will have 

relief from hot weather.

The gust of wind 

brings the sweet smell of 

water inside the air.

The small plant bows

with seeds yet to sow

With painful eye

of squall 

Sudden declaration of 

thunder

its here--

The hot and humid afternoon turn into 

an unruly tempest

Bringing up memories of past

Better not to think.

The squall within-

brings the tear drops

As if it was stalled 

for long.

The high winds- gets

slow

as fast as it 

showed

its fury

its lightening