With The Rain
Poem by Ved Prajapati
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With the rain, the clouds are crying for the touch they never got.
The moon is hiding herself, trying not to get caught.
With the rain, I saw the trees; they looked sad.
The birds trying to find someone, someone they never had.
With the rain, I heard my heart cracking, breaking, and falling.
The heart was screaming and begging for help; it was crawling.
With the rain, I saw the past, but I wasn't counting the stars.
Searching for the smiles—the smiles I left too far
With the rain, I, too, wiped the tears. I guess nothing can be done.
The clouds tried hiding the so-called Brightening sun.
Ved Prajapati is a 17-year-old self-made poet and writer who was born and raised in India.