Weligama Vacations, Weligama Vacation Reviews, Tourism Guide

One Night in Weligama   Above me was a cocoanut palm crowns dark silhouetteLike a blackened starburst, with edges frayed And rippling in the evening breeze, Framed by the darkness of an angry monsoon sky,   Where distant clouds hurried toward the hills   Like iron towards a magnet.   Behind them stars were bright,   But their light, was interrupted by the movement of the clouds,   Betwixt them and me.   Closer was the lime green light of fi...