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

I hail from the northeastern town of India Gorakhpur. My perpetual displeasure arose from the hypocrisy in the society underneath the semblance of religion, culture. The conditioning for compliance urged me to put down the impressions in my mind. A few years ago I took to blogging in a language I was yet to make my own. I was fortunate enough to have my pieces published on websites like Spillwords, Quiver Review, Elephant Journal, and anthologies published under Indie Blue Publishing, Spectrum of thoughts, Flairs and Glairs. I believe I am a work in progress.

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