When It Rains

Many people like unprecedented rains, because it feels like the end of something, or the beginning of something else. No matter who they are, no matter what they are! Some feel it from the window of their apartments, some feel it on their skins in a wide-wide world. Some find it irksome, some find it exhilarating. Some like a cup of coffee near their fireplace while staring at its magnificence; and some like to go head on against the storm. But everyone feels it! At some point, everyone finds a moment of peace in the sound of the droplets gently crashing against the ground.

When It Rains

Hearing noises, breathing dust,

Witnessing evil, a mindful of lust;

A soul lost in the crowds,

A cry amongst numerous shouts;

The mundane; the necessary,

And the eye pleasing accessories;

All return to their lairs -

When it rains.

A desert in the scorching sun,

A stranger left stunned;

The heart that wishes to be,

And the drooping leaves of a tree;

Alongside the lion under scourge,

And the birds lost for courage;

All breathe in peace -

When it rains.

For there is something that all desire,

But something that few acquire;

Be it the dark clouds that torment some,

With thunder and lightning- it's columns;

Or the brilliant that grumble to a light downpour,

The soothing sound of one crashing, then more;

Something pours down to content all -

When it rains.

You see the real in the imposters,

Dancing in the rain away from clusters;

Of all that fear the loss of their colour,

Stay away from the light of the stellar;

But also you see what's hidden deep inside,

Wretched memories that also did guide -

You to feel every drop on your face -

When it rains.

Tempests make realize the value of heat,

Just like rough, the value of neat;

Because all good comes at a price,

Not for the good but what lies inside,

And you love walking under the faint sun,

To repeat a cycle that at every end leaves you stunned;

And you love the warmth in the air again -

When it has rained.