There's A Message In The Rain

Droplets pour down, reminding us to look up

The usual spread sky is no longer there to greet us

But on its vacant lot a sooty fuzziness fills

The street hawker with burdened eyes

Pulls up the tarapulin on his means

The day has ended for him.

His movement betrays an off-hand cheerfulness

That unknowingly slips out of his pensive fate.

While the dancer shakes open the door

To run out and discover a music unheard

But known.

The silent poet, full of words till now,

Leaves the pen.

Rain washes his muse away and cripples

His craft as he stares,

Rapt at the watery drill outside.

Too much to say yet too little known,

How?

She who speaks has no one to listen,

Rejoices!

The curl of her smile seems to invite

The rounded drops kiss her lips shut.

She is quiet because it's raining or is it

Raining because she is quiet?

A black umbrella floats through mid-air.

The stick dissolves into a wrinkled hand and

A flicker of life emerges, snailing through muddy pits

And overfilled roads.

The faint pallor in the eyes remembers

The glint of youthful rains.

Is all gone?

How can it be, when the rain returns?

The rain returns

The rain returns..

The rain pours...

The rain pours..

Far away a numbing streak

Flashes,

Skies thunder and tremble like ashes.

A woman runs across fields and moats

A man on the awashed water floats

Readies to unbreathe and soar the

Depths of motley darkness and

Like the rain return as a drop.

Gasping and gushing with no moon

Above, she strives to keep her promise.

The ground beneath her lashes her feet,

Slips and caves in.

Leaping and lunging on enormous

Stretches of slush, she delves deeper

Snd deeper into her promise.

In a trance and soothed by the rain

her eyes shut out the cosmos,

Left behind.

Splitter, splatter and splat – beat the

Toddlers' hearts.

Happiness of the world abounds

In a foamy ditch

The children with their joy

Wreck the heavenly order

As others are intoxicated

By a dampened slumber.

Lingering in a corner of a house

Sickening odour crawls up to the

Old widow.

She smiles to know that the rain returned

There's no one here now, she tells the rain

No one that the rain seeks and can nudge.

Only her.

The rain curls on her feet

And both await the parting.