Brooding rain

The clouds are melting 

And falling as tears.

Without any assent,

They touch the surface;

Sometimes like cats and dogs,

Sometimes only a drizzle...

Some seek refuge in shades 

Some depend on umbrella

And some remains in the rain. 

Once I stood in the shades, 

Then I got an umbrella, 

And now, I stand beneath the dome of clouds-

Naked, empty, alone...

My head is untying the complex knots still

"When this brooding rain ends?"