Happy as before

I am running in spirals around him like those black clouds that hover in the faded sky just before the rain. I wonder how long I can retain my precipitation, maybe till the right time comes. But then i am pushed away with the strong currents in the sky above, left only to groan like the thunder and then there is the sound of this thunder that he doesn't get and i cannot explain. I feel pushed away to some other place leaving those once beautiful but now drowsy eyes to look up at me for the shower of life. But i cannot shower my love for him as i fear he doesn't need it and even if i try to do so, I am being taken to some other place with these external forces. I cannot see that sad face of his which seems nomore alive and green, but that doesn't prevent me from admiring him or attempting to make him happy again. Still.... Still i cannot do so and so I thunder, I cry, I plead and will continue to do so... Till he will be fine. My showers may not reach him but atleast i can  keep thundering through my writing till this wind breaks my voice and takes me away and i.. Will inflict all this pain on myself because  I want to see him happy...... Happy as before.