by Shiksha Dheda
His face rained today
-much contrast to
the rainbow smile
of yesterday
The droplets began
uneasily and
paced themselves to a
rhythm-less tempo
They erupted
in a hailstorm -
complete with the heavy
stones of heartache
The thunder came
-suddenly-
- quietly-
with a low note of howling
Later – unexpectedly-
came the bolt of burning, bright lightning
His face returned to
the genuine colourful
burst of rainbow-
after the insincere rainfall
Sunlight shone amiably,
whilst I held the ashy remnants of his lightning
to my cheek.
Shiksha Dheda is a South African of Indian descent. She uses writing to express her OCD and depression roller-coaster ventures. Sometimes, she dabbles in photography, painting, and baking lopsided layered cakes. Her writing has been featured(on/forthcoming) in Brittle Paper, Daily Drunk Magazine, Door is a jar, Luna Luna Mag and Versification, amongst others. She is the Pushcart nominated author of Washed Away (Alien Buddha Press, 2021) She rambles annoyingly at Twitter: @ShikshaWrites. You can find (or ignore her) at https://shikshadheda.wixsite.com/writing/poetry