There's A Message In The Rain
There's A Message In The Rain2 mins 13.8K 2 mins 13.8K
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
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,
She who speaks has no one to listen,
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
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,
Splitter, splatter and splat – beat the
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
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.
The rain curls on her feet
And both await the parting.