The selfie

For almost a month, the rains kept pouring. The sun peaked for the first time in a long while and I met her for a brief period. My joy captured in this poem. 

Today after a month,

she came back.

I know not if she smiled, or frowned

Or just stared at me,

But I was happy.

I looked up at the sky.

I knew this would be brief.

I had missed her, delighted to see her,

My companion, my partner.

Then before I could have a word,

Slowly she started to blur,

And faded away into nothingness,

As a big black cloud appeared.

It was dreary again.

And all she left for me was this selfie;

This new generation you see.

“Keep this she said”, for company.