The sky has become grey from blue,
Does it remind something to you??
As the tiny droplets touch the ground,
It is mnemonic to everyone around.
Some people at once get turned on,
Others remember those who have long gone-
the ones who have peacefully rested above
or the ones who were once their love.
There are some who love the lightening
And some who find it so frightening.
Some just want to be with their own
Maybe they are a bit more overgrown.
Their wanderlust once again restores
wonders of nature they start to explore.
Pain afflicting hearts get balmed,
when the weather sprinkles its charm.
So under these different shades of grey
Whom do you want to stay??
In response to Mnemonic