I wondered if all these stars;
would ever fall to the ground;
walking away, wandering around;
painfully hoping for magic to be found;
my curiosity was blissfully piqued;
when I heard that melancholic sound;
pitter patter pitter patter;
my heart was served on a platter;
out for the mindless demons to devour;
the ones who roamed on droplets left to scatter;
I looked up and saw the sign;
the absence of light;
and the gray cloudy skies;
it was my cue to leave I thought;
my brain walked but body stopped;
oh, it falls so cool, so calm;
the bead of water on my palm;
my dark orbs match the floating mystery;
letting the tears out of misery;
I look at my torn sleeve;
wounds so deep, I never had seen;
my soul cries for the time lost;
regret finds it’s solace in anger;
it overflows in me and slips away;
the stars stayed in place and didn't fall down;
but my sorrows did;
down with the rain and into the ground.
-v.s
Smiled down upon are, here.
The one sunny place.
Meanwhile round about, everywhere
All what blurs for grief.
If so willed meant for whom
If not, friend, ourselves!
Self congratulations deplore.
Yet clap them! If brief.
pearl-soft rain gathers
at the threshold of early spring;
your compass traces
a quiet path through the silver air,
where calm awe begins to rise.
Whiff impending rain
Metallic smell in nostrils
My senses explode.
rain
books
silence
between pages
the quiet weather
the mind hears its own thoughts falling
Whitish and woolike
Hanging in the air and clinging to the sky
Flying across the mountains high above our heads
Come in different shapes and sizes, appearances and states
From groups of sheep to clusters of flowers
From overlapping surfs to puffs of smoke
All deceiving your eyes
As a sudden rain will come like fate
She moves barefoot through the rain,
a small bright wanderer
with petals stitched along her hem
and more gathered in her hand,
an umbrella blooming
against the soft-falling sky.
Color drifts around her
in gentle, shimmering sheets,
as if the weather itself
has learned her palette
and paints the world
to keep her company.
Her fine hair lifts
in the hush of the rainfall,
a quiet banner of childhood
unfurling behind her
as she hurries forward,
certain of her own delight.
Nothing startles her joy~
not the wet earth,
not the wind’s cool whisper,
not the sky’s bright spill.
She walks as though the world
were made for her small wonder,
and for a moment,
it is.
Rain, rain, dear rain
Please come back again
Don't you hesitate or refrain
We are parched and drained.
Do fill us to the brim
Till the end of our whims
Either we'll learn to swim
Or get an honoured requiem.
Dark clouds we badly yearn
Hope, light will follow in turn
We await for our fate to churn
Help us put out fire in our urn.
soft, creamy, gooey
sweet pudding melts on my tongue
rain falls in torrents
what's better than caramel?
warm inside, stormy outside!
10.09.2026
Sweltering and dripping sweat,
tillers of land prayed as they gazed
with frenzied hope and furrowed brows
up at a sun that glared relentlessly down
from a stubbornly cloudless sky.
Through August, the days limply crawled
into September.
The heat kept beating
and beating them down
until a few weeks later when
wind began to wail; trees trembled.
No lovelier shrouds were ever seen
than those gray shrouds of clouds
that delivered splattering droplets
which turned quickly
into sheets and sheets of rain.
It pounded ground
and soaked the thirsting fields,
and with the heavens,
the joyous farmers wept.
A fading sunset warmly glows
On woodland touched by Autumn's clay
And trickling down, a soft rainfall
Beneath a copper frame of sky--
My humming senses grasp the patter
Like keepers in a serenade
To taste a calmness that renews
Ripe budding of soul's gentle drift.
Mellow the sound passing through shrubs
A constant wait for drizzles to tap,
That silence holds its own language
Where grasses meet my eyes, humbled
By droplets that heal sweet forgiving...
Through graceful bows of moistened leaves.
I lay upon the lucent straws of gust
Till downhill walk takes me back home.
Of Canvassed Raindrops And Mud
Raindrops and mud:
God cried today;
His tears fertilized
the womb
of Mother Earth;
the wet smell
of nature’s essence,
saturated the air;
the moist breeze
blew breath
of new life
into dried hopes,
waiting in the desert
of despair;
hopefully,
as God’s
nourishing tears
continue to fall,
maybe love
will hallow
her footprints
in the soft mud:-
soft rain
threads through the quiet,
silvering roofs and branches~
a gentle shift
toward fall
The old book lies open
as if it finally gave up
trying to hold its spine straight.
A faint mustiness rises~
not unpleasant, just honest.
Someone left wildflowers on the page,
thin stems crossing the margin
like they wandered in
and didn’t bother to leave.
A few petals rest on the sentence
that once meant something important.
Raindrops cling to the blossoms,
small bright beads
that look as though the sky
paused long enough
to add its own commentary.
The words underneath don’t complain;
they simply share the space,
letting the flowers speak
in their quiet, wordless way.
For a moment,
the whole thing feels accidental
and perfectly right~
a story meeting what grows
without needing permission.
In the patio as I sat looking at the blue sky,
I saw dark clouds gathering.
A wind passed whispering through leaves.
Sunlight got dimmed by a dark veil.
Lightning snaked zig zag through the sky,
Giving a vague feel that something,
So sudden was about to happen.
I guessed a summer rain long overdue,
Coming as a blessing to the parched earth,
To douse the heat and scrub away the dust.
I heard raindrops flop and break
On the roof top in ones and twos.
Soon came down a torrential downpour,
Raising the scent of roasted earth,
Titillating the nose and reviving my spirits.
How the starved earth sucked them in!
How quickly they disappeared out of sight
I heard the roar of wind, saw trees casting leaves,
Specters of green and yellow spiraling down.
Watched the race of truant clouds along the sky,
Being driven away by the sweeping wind.
As teenage love comes drenching the heart,
Then slips away leaving rainbow memories,
As swift as the rain came, swiftly it returned
Making the sky cerulean with a rainbow arching in it.
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