Khushboo Shah posted under PenMuse-54 Poetry on 2023-07-09

The clouds are so close by, I can hear them whisper; Squirm before the thunder, Raindrops huddle together, like me- shy, They’d wonder all the time, yet not question the sky- Why on a whim, they rain? Just lash out on the glass ceiling! Pour unyielding, And not plead in vain, Tattered, not torn, Oh, but this is something- Driving on a bridge on a rainy morn. Evenings, I adore, Streetlights teasing the stars, Sleepy, they count the cars, The glass ceilings can fetter me no more; I always keep a few silver linings in store. My tears for freewill yearn, Like the bridge, o’er hurdles leaping, Raindrops dripping To never return,  Tattered, not torn, Oh, but this is something- Better than driving on a rainy morn.   Penmancy gets a small share of every purchase you make through these links, and every little helps us continue bringing you the reads you love!