An Amalgam

It has been raining since the past hour and all I could think about was how you had described your love for the sky weeping while the clouds roared. I take a sip from the cup of espresso I had made. Coffee has always been palliative. I think I am a ceraunophilic more than being a pluviophile although, I could never figure myself out completely. The mere roar of thunder tells me there is everything in this world you can be afraid of but you have a choice to let your fears wash away with the drops of shower from the heaven and find the beauty that lies within. Continue reading “An Amalgam”