The Pouring Rain

As if the heavens had let go altogether,
Down came sheets of pouring rain,
As I struggled to find shelter under a thatch,
The Marlboro between my fingers begged to be guarded under my protective palm,
I was lost in the music of the downpour,
Oblivious to the noise of the incessant chatter around,
The mood often obeys the season,
As transient and unpredictable as they come,
The sea resembled the movie-set storms,
As the blanket of haze hindered the overwhelming view,
Thoughts loomed large over my mind,
Like the gray clouds did over the bay.

Memories of the past and hopes of the future,
Hanging by a small thread in the present,
I searched for the aura of a year ago,
The shades and hues couldn't be more different,
The contrast was not unlike the Light and Darkness,
Discerningly distinct, yet menacingly similar,
The trickery of variables continued to enrapture,
And the obstinate constants inspired more belief,
Yet the dead-end seemed an inevitable monster,
That I had to slay without save and reload.

And another would come to take its place,
Even before the blood on my hands had dried,
And every rotation left me richer and wiser,
As I garnered the applause and brickbats,
I've been in this game for too long,
Dominated while amateurs struggled to stay afloat,
It's time to open up the ephemeral portal,
Escape into the land of the mythical liquefied bliss,
And do it while I can at my own accord,
Lest I was pushed there by a power too fervent.

The rains lashed out without an end in sight,
Yet the clouds would disperse soon,
Only to gather again for another outburst on another day,
Unless there was a change,
A change in the direction of the winds,
The ocean currents and the revolving earth,
Till then, the heavens would continue this onslaught,
And down came sheets of pouring rain…