As the rain of pain, once flooded the field of happiness,
the crop of peace was devastated.
And the farmer couldn’t think of harvesting the crop again,
thus came along another farmer who had been thru similar.
And as the winds of change slowly wooed
the first farmer to plant
seeds of happiness again in his barren heart.
It was she who made him accept the change
for he listened without a rebuttal.
For it was not the crop he cared for, but it was the hope
the energy she brought out of him
which persuaded him
to believe he is still alive n still capable of love.
Little did she know
how greatly she had made an impact on the farmer
n slowly d crop of happiness started growing..
For she was the farmer as well as the rain.
A rain which was needed. Unlike the first rain….
Cheers to life