Illusion

Black clouds are drawing near,

Thunder and lightning bark.

Suddenly you appear, 

As if from a spark.

You remain awhile,

Unperturbed and calm.

The rains bring about a change,

You no longer need the strength from my palms.

The downpour continues,

As you look to stay.

But like everything in this world,

The torrents push us further away.

The smell of newly wet ground,

Comforts me deep within.

It leaves me with an illusion.

That we may actually win.

Alamelu.