Rain

RAIN.....

I'm not so much

lonely

as I am

tightly furled

a bit wrapped up

inside myself

listening to the steady staccato

of rain beat on the rooftops

and watching the languid drops

slide snail-slow down window panes

they drip

and puddle

in every parched place

and I am content

knowing

how spring showers

will nourish

a thirsty soul.

KUMARI

 

Done