Fragmented thoughts of a child…
Someone’s crying hard.
The farmer’s happy.
His crop gets irrigated.
God’s showering his love.
A bussiness man’s angry.
He can’t reach for an important meeting on time.
God’s being arrogant.
The child me, dancing
On the tips and taps of the pouring rains, wonders
“Why the almighty cries in such a good weather?”