Rain Rhymes

Purple and Black,
The clouds form a pack.

They decide to Rain,
Adamant to erase the Pain.

Man creates Blunders,
Which indeed make them Thunder.

It cries to see,
What man has transformed to be.

His acts of Sins,
Leave them Vince.

The Sky is silent,
While the man keeps getting violent.

The sky is Blank for some other while,
And the man is busy with his false toil.

Human race has gone Blind
The path of sanity, he cannot find.

Sky cries the tears of sorrow,
Praying, wishing mankind to follow.

The set rules of Nature,
Making Earth beautiful for every creature.

Clouds Rain,
Wishing they Drain,
The evil in People,
And life could get more pure and Simple.

Love grows in Man's Heart,
His paths with Hatred part.

The world will be worth living,
As people will know the art of Giving.

Days of Peace would come back again,
One will start being Sane.

With the dreams of better Plains-Terrains,
The Purple-Black Sky Rains.