In my mind,
There’s thunder rolling in,
The skies a pale grey,
A chill in the air, like no other.
All my senses heightened,
I love how it feels.
Awareness tingles,
the very fibre of my being.
That fragrance, so familiar,
but there’s time still;
it’s just the sprinklers,
in the garden;
exuding an aroma,
of that known longing and delight.
I wish I could get weary of you,
It’s a tough task waiting for you,
But, I still wait in wonder;
And when you come this time,
Don’t just drizzle, but pour.
Oh, sweet Rain!
Stay a bit longer,
Just enough for
another thousand mouthfuls of you.
Bless those angels, who are wary;
Fool them into falling in love again.
Lead us mortals,
To lose ourselves in your maze.
And when you have to go,
Take us home, show us the way.
All the whispered sighs,
And the secret desires,
Bring them back, is all I can say.
Oh, Rain.
I absolutely loved the first paragraph. The beginning immediately sets a stage for the nigh-rain and it's longing wait. "it’s just the sprinklers,in the garden" -- I totally like this imagery, and I could feel the tiny drops drizzle and tickle my palms.
ReplyDeleteI would do away with the first three lines of the next paragraph - they don't do much for me, but then, that's just I. The following lines of the stanza work perfect, especially the figurative use of "another thousand mouthfuls of you" - - I can almost see one gazing at the sky and gape.
The last stanza is sewn with a couple of abstractions and the reason for the passionate wait - - perhaps a welcome hope and a bliss for few. I enjoyed reading the contrast that followed: of leading us to lose.
All in all, a very well expressed state of mind. Your writing is so neat. Keep sharing.
Thank you Yash! :) your feedback means a lot to me!
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