Rain

 Rain

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The sky filled with lovely azure blue.

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

People are busy, with their distractions and chores.

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

Squirrels nibbling acorns that are half-eaten.

The heavy clouds burst as if they were some-what beaten,

people run past each other, some pop colourful umbrellas, and others shelter their heads with their unlucky hands.

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

The street dogs run with crouched backs, their fluffy coat is wet and useless.

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

Puddles leave dark brown sand dregs.

The fish laugh and chuckle seeing the rain bob on the roofs of their homes.

All familiar is water to them.

The sick get worse and cough with phlegm.

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

Some are drenched and immersed.

Cats fluff their fur and depart their ears and bush out their tails,

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

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

                                                                                                                                        - Khadijah Dilshad