Floods

Have you ever yearned for rain!
Oh this draught, this dry weather is killing.
Some relief is overdue.

And when it rains, incessantly 
Like someone mourning a loss
We wonder, when would it stop.
Oh! Why wouldn’t it?

The flash floods it caused!

Unspeakable

I sit on a glass table
some coffee, music

Plethora of thoughts,
a hurricane

I sit, with a pen, open
ready to pen down

a story, a poem, or…
some kind of solace

All I could see, in front –
a blank sheet stained with tears!