A wet crow

Dark clouds
covered the sky
to pour rain drops
in an afternoon time
The wind was in a hurry
blowing like a storm
and a crow, who couldn’t
fly through it
rushed to sit on a
mango tree branch
“A wet crow”
then it was
looking for food
not only for itself
but
to feed its baby crows
Struggling
due to the rain
shivering
due to high cold
losing the positions
due to strong winds
But
with patience
hid some mango pieces
in its mouth and flew
without giving up
like a winner in a battle

-Sharmini Natasha