Rain clouds looming over town
Soft breeze of the evening
Dusty twilight; evening chorus,
Birds; chattering and tweeting
Peacocks screaming
Clouds; growling and cracking
Shaking with massive basso-profundo effect
Inviting the crimson Sun to rest
People walking along silently
Lost in thoughts, now hurriedly scuttle past 
And as the falling droplets set my soul free
The rude honking of a bus stuck in city traffic
Plays the wet blanket.

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Never poke a bear in the forehead while its growling...metaphorically speaking...

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Blooming in the heart of Fire
Carving in the stone of Tryst

Drowning in the pool of Life
Eclipsing in the shade of Love

Fudging in the mud of Fate
Growling in the sound of Hope

Howling in the plane of Faith
Jittering in the hearth of Kindness

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