After the clouds clear.

A clear mind, a rainy day

A blank paper waiting to be scrawled,

Random thoughts, like passing clouds in the sunny sky,

A pen shyly waltzing in the fingers,

A coffee mug waiting by, for the words to glow,

But nothing!

A writer’s block? So they call it,

Gnarly and invisible, trapping the helpless mind

She grew restless, fog of frustration clouding around

Who knew when it would clear,

a moment, an hour or days,

The coffee spilt across the blank sheet, big blots of impatience,

the pen circled aimlessly, as did she

Barefeet, she walked on the wet grass,

a cold wind nudged her to break free,

At last, she did, she found solace

As petrichor hugged her tight!