Rain

DORMANT DREAMS, INTENSE - THEIR YEARNINGS The night has erupted in a thunderous bedlam. As it comes crashing, an unrelenting downpour, volcanic its intensity, lashing out its love—or Is it lovelorn fury— in sheets of slanting rain It’s a crescendo of downpour set to the highest octave, a few million raindrops conspire and converge-- the buzz of a mutiny stirs A wild hornet-nest driven noise, louder and louder. The rain, as it comes harder, pulverising dormant earth— red is the color of rivulets rolling down hills and mountains, crashing demonic avalanches into crimson streams and ochre rivers. My heartbeats ricochet still, the thunderous clap lighting my fearlessness-- my bold ventures-- flashes of sodium vapours highlighted in raindrops, the rain, and if it weren’t for this unrelenting driving rain, striving To capture an exploding star, scaring dark pupils, dilated my eyes sparkle, fire now ignited I'm in my element, on a roll, The rolling clap of thunder Streaking rivulets - desire molten My soul thirsted, finally now, I hear it trashing by my pillows, intense is their struggle to breakthrough my dreams In torrents, giant sky rivers like high pressure hoses descending fast, intense freefall accelerated escaping gravity's trap Wet is my hair, unrestrained, flowing out of the windows to run a winding dark river down to the dormant earth mingling with ground bloated soaking it all in, quenched face turned skywards, upwards Finally the promises delivered. Here, now in this driven rain The midnight sky though far above this indigo chaos is painted a pink and mauve. It billows higher and further into unrestrained ethereal space rising above this madness riding a stillness, a heartbeat In the eye of the storm. Down below, in my dream, my reclining body floats awakening from dormancy swamped in diaphanous light my thoughts seeking the clouds. Dreams within dreams awakened reveling in soul's new found quest to be whipped up in a frenzy to breach this silver harness And just as I begin to luxuriate in its molten white volumes of thoughts in unstated express to merge myself into non-existence I hear the acceleration of time & space the wind stirring, beckoning, conjuring pushing my buccaneering nimbus cloud thundering over another's dreams ©©Seema Jayaraman 2016

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