On An Evening As This Comments

When it is cloudy and when it rains, especially in the fading evening light, sorrows come in swarms like winged termites, suddenly from no where! Unable to trace the cause or name them, they snuff out the hard earned happiness! Beautiful!

How true. Without any warning, unhappy, uneasy feelings attack us and we don't know why. What causes this to happen? We just know something is wrong, something is bothering us, but it refuses to identify itself. How do we deal with these cowards that hide their faces, yet cause us pain? I wish I knew.

An aggrieved mind is shedding it's pain along with the pouring rain. Liked the way you expressed a melancholic mind.

Very nicely written with suitable metaphor ascribed.......pradipjee..........very well composed

The evening a metaphor chosen nicely for the worlds of present day, rain is the another grief...nice and lovely..an accepted sense of responsibility thanks Pradip The luminous..light giver