These clouds gather around everyday,
So do the evanescent fireflies.
A still breeze musters up the courage to sift through the murky day.
The jazz drowns in the rustling of the giant Raintree.
Tonight, I see the stars through the impending clouds.
I see that singular feather, gliding aimlessly in the breeze.
The water in the pool turns and twists restlessly.
My tea gets cold.
A disquieted bat scurries through the night.
The breeze picks up speed.
Its raining now.
The beat engulfs my head,
An antithesis of everyday.
Suddenly I realise,
It was the same yesterday.
I hadn’t noticed.