the gray sky speaks

Sitting inside a lit train,

as I look outside

to the light fading into the darkness.

the view all hazy

and the sky violently gray,

the rain drops on the glass window

sharp like an arrow

seeming to want to

make an attack.

While Some drops combine

To form a bigger drop

Looking blunt make me feel safe

A light shining outside

Probably brighter than it should,

Supported ably by the

Visually mean looking sky,

That hits the eye so hard

You realize its not the

Light at the end of the tunnel

Rather tunnelling with the violent surrounding

Making the end of the tunnel seem endless.

Everything around seems dull

Making the light even more strong

At the same time gripping me.

The rain seems to have stopped

But the sky still angrily gray,

The light in the train suddenly dims...

Making the sky now look mighty and a bit blue now?

Its empty as it seems but the vastness,

Gives me the goose bumps telling me,

Almost in anger that....

"If it all seemed easy all this while,

Hold on! I am on your back.

I just made the rain fell all this while,

Now its the world around you,

That would love to see you smile."