Winter Rain

The purple hues of that wintery night,

I recall seeing the nature’s might,

Running amok those heavy clouds, wild

Scared away, within me, that child.

Thundering their way with flashing spotlight

Raindrops drummed my windows without a respite.

For those countless few hours of unrest,

I lay, hoping, at the nature’s behest.

Raising inquiries within my mind

Of logical and dialectic kinds,

Envisioning, crafting a certain melange

As lightning had cold rainy night blanched.

The aftereffects of which I

Observe from behind my window sill.

A world of possibilities

Is all that there is, if you will.

Troubled skies

Naked trees.

Weather it is!

Or whether it is?

Breeze embracing turmoil,

Upheaveled yet calm soil,

And a uniquely pleasurable pain:

All poured down through this winter rain.