Sound Of The Rain

Pillaged in silence whilst morphed in the warmth of the shafts of sun,

Levitated in the ether to be endorsed by the zephyr, 

You pullulate in harmony to be formed in the gist of your free will to fall in the bosom of your mother again...

And here I am, aloof in the orchestra of my own benign life...

Trying to decipher the congruity of my agonies in your free-fall from the grace...

Unaware of the notion that what sound of rain is a fall from me,

Indeed is a union of what was bereft in the silence...