sacred clouds

The languor of a hot summer day vanishes in thin air.

She runs her eyes along the sky as the cool breeze sweeps her hair.

Slowly, dark and wild clouds crawl across the sky.

Getting thicker and darker heralding a heavy rainfall.

As the first drop of rain moistens the earth, a feeling of gratitude washes over her.

Mother earth was desecrated by harsh weather.

Pristine wilderness bows to sky for its blessings and healing magic.

The blessedness of darkness, it’s all there!


Eugi’s Weekly Prompt “Magic”

Published by Smita Ray

Smita Ray is a mother of two lovely kids and hails from the northeastern town of India Gorakhpur. Her perpetual displeasure arising from the hypocrisy in the society underneath the semblance of religion, culture as well as the conditioning for compliance urged her to put down the impressions in her mind. In her spare time, she likes to have some culinary adventures with her kids.

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