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