The Rain

When it showers outside your window and your world stops suddenly

in the rain,
the world looks quiet,
listening to gloomy songs,
the coffee mug grabs our hand,
and drinks us slowly,

in the rain,
we settle on our place,
waiting for the thunder,
to shout our cry,
and tell us slowly,
that in this rain,
the earth sounds closer,
ripples of feelings,
appear and disappear,
dropping hard,
on the throbbing heart,
the mirror gets clearer,

in the rain,
i remember the days,
when this child was growing,
with new dreams for future,
slowly fading away into the reality,
in mutual understanding,
like drops disperse,
into many smaller drops,
and merge with the surface of the earth,
after falling heavily,

in the rain, 
the sweet song plays,
the time forgets us,
and lives us silently.

Reviews

[wordiggerone]

I live in the vicinity, so I am thrilled to witness the familiar feeling of closeness and isolation while it rains around me. Waterdrops represent the child's dreams and fade without a struggle into a compromise with reality and the closing lines--'the time forgets us/and lives us silently' strikes a deep chord with me. Delighted to have read you!

[Sunya]

Thank you :) i am glad you liked it

[AprilRN1210]

nice soothing, introspective piece as you reflect on memories and enjoy nature.. sometimes I wonder if the coffee isn't drinking me... lol

well done...

[Sunya]

you should let the coffee drink you ;) would be effortless for you :D

[AprilRN1210]

ha! it would be.... just not sure if I am ready for that adventure:P

[Sunya]

adventure should be such that you'd realize it after its started ;)

[AprilRN1210]

or see the proceed with caution sign blaring in your head as you take the first step...lol