Tuesday, July 14, 2009

The miracle called Rain

It tastes like heaven when they fall on you

A burst of shower that chills you

It washes away your tears when you cry

It makes you smile in a way that is wry


It is mysterious but when you listen

You hear your heart reflected


It drums down my window in a silent whisper

The breeze knocking at my doors


It makes you pine

And the earth divine

Enamors you with her ethereal aroma

As if it too is rejoicing in the miracle…. called Rain