The rains were watched from the eyes, the eyes that have precipitated its own emotions time and again. The clouds were on the horizon, no silver lining just a shroud of hoary blanket, symbolizing the iniquity and the malice on the earth, casting its shadows on the Expanse above. The tea was cold, the fire had died, the ashes lingered with a flicker of ambers, dying slowly, before retching its last sparks. It was late, v late, the time was a moment, a smudge on the lives unlived. The book was unread, the pages were folded, to get back to its core, for the convenience of an abject idler. The pours on the roof, the thunderstorms, the lightening shone on the face, the smokes from her cigarette, the ashes on her tray, on her fingers, the muck, the reek, the vestiges… The thud in her head surpassed the clatter on the streets, the beggar under the steel-sheets with a dog beside, the old man by the puddle, watching his own life in the reflections of the waters below. And the shadow up the window, the eyes fixed on to the horizons, looking for a silver-lining, for the nature’s law that affected one, that defeated one…Yet Again..!!