The Rain Balcony
The Rain Balcony
Pitter Patter knocks on the French window,
Beckons my soul to free myself
From the jungles of steel
Tar roads also give out petrichor.
Concrete loaded trees
Now breathe fresh
Greener than ever
Wink at me with shiny leaves.
Artificial air conditioning
Stands no chance
Against the gush of
Moisture of the first rain.
Body and soul we rush to
Respond
Pause at the rain balcony
As the drops pick up pace.
The quantum of drizzles
Kiss my parched face
The face which fights daily with
Urban dual standards.
The face that is forced to chin up
In adversities and move on
Motherly drizzles
Comfort the tanned skin
That has resisted the heats of change.
Arms outstretched
I expose my nude soul
Allowing the greed to breed
On nature’s uncanny nutrition
Old scars and recent wounds.
All in joy
For the pouring rains
Now soothe
The wounded
The exposed
The neglected.
Exuded inflictions
Washed and cleansed
Disconnect reconnected
My body and soul
Reunite .....