It looked as if it is going to rain.
The clouds grew dark as if in feign.
But the effort was in vain.
As the expected did not happen in the main.
Thunder also joined the game.
The sound was tremendous not to blame.
But the work was only lame.
As nothing happened to name.
Lightning stepped into the fray.
The shine was a blinding in the bay.
But the schedule was not gay.
As everything indicated an event stray.
The rain played hide and seek.
Its downpour was in streak.
But the entire schedule was meek.
As everything disappeared with a shriek.
Meenas Poems 
One reply on “A Melodrama”
Sounds like the rain storms we get during the summer in SoCal.