A Battle For Survival.

It is frustrating for the sun to like to shine, fill the world with hope and love but something as dim and overwhelming as the clouds impose their rules! Instead of the warmth and light of the sun, we are inundated by its tears...
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A cold grey day in the middle of spring,
A rainy winter, in the month of April!
Mother Nature couldn’t make up her mind yet,
Which tune to play or which instrument.
The sun is defeated by the clouds;
Dim and dense, mercilessly put her out!
“I must be there” said the sun,
“I am bound by commitments:
Buds to flourish and fruits to ripe,
I cannot just let them down”.
Heartlessly, the black clouds
Kept gathering around,
Till her tears deluged the trees,
The rivers and the fields.