THURSDAY RAIN

Thursday it is again.
Malicious clouds coalesce under the friendly sky
And greet the icy sheets of rain!

I am standing here at their silent amalgamation.
With a purple umbrella; trying to disdain my mighty slash.
Suddenly I remember as it is Thursday, there's no rush.

Raindrops knock at my window sill. 
Sleeps are gone; I gaze at the chasm of my life bridge.
I wonder! If I were not born, how I would ride on this nature wheel!

I see the lightening sky is torn; sprinkle its broken desires.
And often I get sunk by the true essence of pluvial tent. 
That takes me to the whirlpool of immense contentment. 

The writer is a student of Mathematics and Natural Science at BRAC University.