There has to be rain if there is going to a rainbow.

When it rains it pours.

A poem on rain.

We shouldn’t waste time on fighting.

Love is one of the most complicated feelings in the world and neither I nor you can fathom the mystery and depth of this emotion…

When it rains it really pours.

A poetry written during a phase of Guilt.

Just something that came to me.

A haiku about the beginning of a sudden storm…

This is about a dying thunderstorm.