in those days <br />as cavemen..man feared <br />the rumble and tumble in the sky <br />the lightning and thunder <br />he thought was god's wrath <br />the god's are at war he would say <br /> <br />today they say <br />the lightning and thunder <br />the commotion up there <br />is a reflection of humans depression <br />it gathers from each small one <br />to make it big on the sky <br /> <br />whatever may be the truth is... <br />the lovely rain after all this <br />definitely is his caress <br />a lovely hug from him it is <br />every tiny dropp of rain is his <br />fingers touch on me<br /><br />Samanyan Lakshminarayanan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-finger-s-touch-on-me-in-top-500/
