rain

The rain stopped.
– There was silence.
Only a soft wind blew.
Over charred earth, drying out,
A shallow grave.

Ash – lifted – floating – delicately;
Carried in the arms of a warm breeze.
Almost as if dancing on a stage.
An imaginary one.

Then handed over.

Tenderly scattered over a field –
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

A muted silver sky hung ominously.

The storm was imminent.
It would not ask permission.
It would ask no favour.

The darkness arrived,
The storm would come
– And it would go away.
only when it was done.

It would not go unnoticed.
Just another day…
Tomorrow can’t ever be the same.