After a day of
flurry,
I hobble through the
night,
As myriad explosions
of sound and light
Grip my mind and
whirl it around..
A rhythm builds up
in the air, like drum beats;
I gambol like a
newly born calf,
To the source of it
all.
The window becomes a
portal
Promising to take me
away to a wonder world..
And as I stand on
the mundane side of it,
I watch Nature's
drama unfold:
First the curtains
of silvery drops,
Eager to embrace the
earth;
Then that sound of
celebration,
As the little drops
tottered to meet her..
And the heady
fragrance
Of a rejuvenated
earth,
As she plans to knit
herself a shawl of green..
Suddenly comes the
thunder,
Like the sky yearns
for attention
And I look up to see
Lightning playing
hide and seek with the clouds
I realise that I am
speechless…
But neither are
words necessary.
I could call someone
to watch too…
But I feel selfish;
None of them would
understand,
Few of them would
care..
So with a smug joy I
plop down on the floor
With childish awe, I
try to gather drops
When it strikes me
like the lightning above,
That there's no
truer celebration of the senses.
This window - the
portal - is it a sieve for time?
It seems I have been
sitting here forever
But I think one more
forever would be fine.
Nature's done
entertaining I guess,
All sound has
stopped with the rain…
There's a fresh zeal
to the air;
Earth, she's pulling
on a shy veil of mist…
And I'm tempted to
yell "Encore!"
