On A Rainy Day

I was standing near the mortuary.

A lightning committed suicide,

Hanging itself from a large branch

Of the mango tree nearby.

The rain took it to the mortuary,

Thunder followed.

Meanwhile, I was standing near the mortuary.

I saw the soul of the lightning,

A silvery ball of mass,

Hitting the walls of the building nearby,

And inviting souls of the deceased

To join company.

The rain broke into a heart rending dirge.

Thunder pleaded no postmortem.

Its my fault, it rumbled,

I always kept her waiting.

I was standing near the mortuary,

I was hit by a lighting,

Died and charred beyond recognition

Thunder took me in.

No autopsy.