The Greedy Soul

The dark clouds are rumbling over the deserted soul,
Frightening the meekly heart,
And jostling with the unfathomable thoughts
Is the covetous intention for rain to pour down
And make the soul astoundingly euphoric.

But the lightning strikes,
Dashing all the hopes of the diminishing morale,
Of the soul, of the greedy heart, of the bewildered mind.

Running back to the shelter
Is the crying belief,
Belief of the selfish mind,
Which caters to nothing but greed.

Remorse surrounds,
Stark disbelief to the mind and the soul.
Unable to contain the feelings,
Cries out, 
For the clouds to watch, 
Venting out the frustration with angst to no avail.

The breeze slowly picks up,
Brushing the saddened soul,
It gets up, looks around, looks above
And the raindrop falls,
The incomparable dusty smell of the sand
Cheers the lamenting soul
And brings out the shriek which the
Mind could not control neither the heart,
The shriek of the wish coming true.