Truth will keep on telling the truthLies will lie to be more uncouthNo more rainbow after the stormNowhere to escape leaving the norm

Rejoice with glitters of ashes tonightSparkling for moon's spiced silver biteUpon skin of darkness, loving night moreStorm begins unlocking cold wind's door

When you become a raindrop in your mind Thunder is the closest friend you may find Wind lashed trees, dark clouds, lightning or the dust Everything you will bear once you adjust

Street children are lovely blossoms just dropped from the tree after a heavy storm. Now they need to be put together with a needle and threads of security and shelter to live into a beautiful circle of life’s garland

Nature is never devoid of storms and our life’s nature is quitesimilar. Many storms gather, occur, and pass away in one lifetime.Sometimes one huge hurricane may tend to destroy everything inour lives, yet we should not fear the tempest. A storm comes to lifelike a lesson sometimes, when we have no choice but to learn fromthe atmospheric gale.

I adore the sky wearing rainbow shawl of love for the birds so that they could fly free in warmth after the storm