''April showers bring May flowers'',
But there is no trace of clouds in the sky today,
Should I still expect showers on this hot April day,
Can there be rain without the clouds, ever?
Yet, I imagine them appearing on the horizon,
Loaded with waterbags, ready to pour down,
Give each one of the trees and plants its due,
Here, there and almost, everywhere.
For, I have been an unfailing optimist,
Just like any of my village folk,
Simple but strong in their faith,
Trusting God and nature forever.
My own faith, too, is as unfaltering,
Can never be bruised or shattered,
Or oscillate between hope and doubts,
Prior to or post a real experience.
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