Sitting pretty in anticipation
Smiling broughtly with enthusiasm
Bubbling with a joyous joy
Everywhere seem cloudy
No light insight
Minutes turn to hours
Hours to days
Days to weeks
Weeks to months
And months to years
But the sun wouldn't shine
Neither will the star blink
The thickness of the dark
Is palpably felt on our skin
Nothing will change
No, nothing will
But something can change
Yes, something definitely has changed
The chanting on the street
The glorious rendition by the women
Oh the sound of victory from the men
Tells us that not only
Is the sun coming
So is the rain
©️Rissih
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