Wit of rain..

A Poem by Ron

Smell the wit of rain,
By the broken window of solitude,
Tears flowing down the sky,
The haziness of those spectacles.

The winds of desolation carry,
Embers of muddled past,
Rejoicing urges to get wet,
Once when rain was friend.

No place for synchronized emotions,
When nostalgia, a swirling squall,
Shakes the bone of mental peace,
Reliving cloudy days of past.

Unfold the curtains of yesterday,
Let crimson vestiges sneak in,
Let glorious moments be cherished,
Present be a present for the future.

When a butterfly you are,
Forget once being a caterpillar...