The Rains And Me

From the sky they drop

Leaving a trail on my pane.

I look up to witness their fall

And smile as it begins to rain.

They come to wash away a sorrow

Or provide a scene to a romance.

To brighten a farmer’s morrow,

Or help someone win a match.

They slide along my body’s grooves,

And touch and tickle and make their moves.

I let myself be taken away,

I let it drench my soul.

To cleanse and make it live again,

To sweep together and make me whole.

Into my hair it seeps as a parent’s blessing

And embraces me a friend’s care.

On my lips, a passion’s kiss,

And a forever-after in my mind.

Oh sweet, beautiful rain!

Tell me why do you claim?

All sorrows and pain?

Why should you symbolize grief?

And why then do you give me relief?

My mind at peace, my senses purged,

Drowned are my baseless fears-

I am calm, I smile and even laugh!

Of what need then are my tears,

When the universe has cried in my behalf?