Out on the veranda, I stand,
with a coffee mug in my hand.
The blue skies and snowy clouds above me,
and an old tree with still so green leaves, I see.
A soothing breeze hits my face,
a sparrow chirps in glee.
Some children playing hide and seek,
under the nature's green tree.
Now, nature changes its mood,
the sky turns black from blue.
The sparrow returns home today,
but without any food.
And then big round drops of water,
hits the Earth, everything turns quiet.
Except the sound of the rain,
nothing is heard.
As coolness creeps in,
I feel the warmth of the coffee mug.
Now a raindrop or two, hits me too,
then the downfall gets heavier.
My coffee mug is now empty.
And I turn around,
to again re-enter,
my world of reality.
