Piercing Cries

Every drop hides a secret,

A story to be told,

And every sun after a rain,

Seems to be drenched in gold,

The world turns all grey,

Water in every nook,

But hearing the stories hidden in them,

Beware, it will leave you shook,

It might be the worker's worst fear,

But rains are the artist's paradise,

They might be nature's most beautiful creation,

But the water also cloaks our lies,

The storms bring out thunder,

Probably to cover the piercing cries,

But don't get all depressed for in the end,

They leave us with a twinkle in our eyes.