RAIN

One Sunday morning, far from home

The sky's grey..when it is about to rain

as if taking our troubles to the sky

Mixing it with all the heavenly nectar

pouring it back to clear our soul

 

When it pours down with all its might

gazing it is sheer delight

and when it ends the sky's so blue

leaving behind its marks so divine

 

When it rains my mind wanders

bringing back the sweet and sour memories

it hurts a while when Iam lonely

pleasure and joy with my family

 

As I watch the rain from my window

as the wind blows against my face

my mind wanders from place to place

at times to places where I never been!

Reviews

[Pushkar Prabhat]

this is good.....
rain is so enigmatic.......i love rain......

very well written.....
i liked it!!!
:)