The southern sky is painted black
As through the window, the world unfolds
Clouds bloated as big as my doubts
A gathering storm foretold
By Thor’s fireworks vibrating bold
Till, an expectation descends over all space
And time and rain start together
The window truncates the outside view.

Is that the spray from heavens above ?
Or infinite line spectra pairing in tow
Again, the continuum expands towards the limit
And the skies transform back
The clouds shifted in spatial position
Readying for another transformation?

Nay, the wind goes over sampling the clouds
And the spectacular spectrum discontinues
The clouds fall apart but doubts gather back
After all the spectral transformations
And the limits and sampling
Were there wavelets in the rain?