Rain in vain

 A hardness building up

in the soft, mushy zone

that enveloped us,

And the night even though

aglow with fireflies

lost its charm

like candles going off

when hit by

a howling blizzard.

 

She was silent outside

but screaming inside,

Crispy above

but pain-roasted below,

Flitting, flirting and dancing on surface,

but weary and bedraggled inside,

There we were

forcing ourselves to assume that

things were normal, even though

there were many proofs to the contrary.

 

There we were

pushing each other

into the pools of pain,

Earlier it was a

joyous jaunt in the rain,

Aah, the rose that blossomed in vain!