Rain

 Rain

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The sky was filled with a lovely azure blue.

The clouds were pregnant with water, holding tight their filled stomachs, trying to provide everyone a clue.

People were busy, with their distractions and chores.

Ants scurried passing nosy sparrows, running with bits of food to their tiny secure homes.

Squirrels nibbled acorns that were half-eaten.

The heavy clouds bursted as if they were beaten,

people ran past each other, some popped colourful umbrellas, and others sheltered their heads with their unlucky hands.

The rich were fortunate to have a home, while the poor shivered in clay huts, witnessing their roofs gradually expand.

The street dogs ran with crouched backs, their fluffy coat was wet and useless.

The nosy sparrows found the answer to why the ants scurried by, but having no time to think of that, they flew hurriedly to their nests, protecting their eggs.

Puddles left dark brown sand dregs.

The fish laughed and chuckled seeing the rain bob on the roofs of their homes.

All familiar is water to them.

The sick got worse and coughed with phlegm.

The animals with positive minds read the future which was to quench their thirst.

Some were drenched and immersed.

A cat fluffed it's fur, parted it's ears and bushed out it's tail,

"Oh, meow, this is worst than gale!"

Crows yelled spreading their black majestic wings and flying in groups seeking shelter.

                                                                                                                                        - Khadijah Dilshad