Rain

The noise is loud 

Loud and clear 

Of doubt and dilemma

Of all things not sure 

The rain brushes your face 

The wind caresses your hair 

Petrichor breathes you in 

Searching all the way for

Solace in there.

Rains are weird

The entire phenomena 

Makes you wonder

Stare in awe 

You are joyous of its splatter 

Afraid of the thunder

Warm with its freshness

Cold with its breeze

It's life 

It's your thoughts at best 

Awareness of the muck 

That makes you want to rest

Rainy are those evenings 

You sit and reflect 

Stare at the scenery 

And feel your own thoughts

You indulge in them 

Accept and disagree 

Reminisce and rejoice 

Hate and desire

All those spirals in your head 

All those proses yet to breathe 

All those words 

All the light 

All the darkness 

That you foresee

It all happens on one of these 

Point blank rainy days. 

So just breathe it in 

And sit and be.