Hazy View But Clear Sight

Misty dusk metamorphosed

To a heavy dark sky

As I stood,

Perplexed and grim

This little less gregarious

Heart of mine

Told me to slip out

Of the window sill.

 

Barefoot on the grass

Head up to greet the rain

While the birds bantered

I breathed serene ecstasy.

With artful drizzle

Went down

My agony, My pain.

 

Raindrops dripped down my eyes

Like shiny pearls with a touch of cotton

That night I realized

How I can have

A hazy view

But clear sight.

'Hazy View But Clear Sight' - Written by Prakshali Jain 

 Photo by Filip Zrnzević on Unsplash