Looking at the rains today.. I remembered a summer long ago. It would rain almost every day, just at dusk, like it is raining now. They were painful times.. and my heart would feel heavy. Yet, the pain would inevitably bring old memories, which would caress the soul with its balm of loneliness and a strange comfort that I would never be alone again. Pain can be a strange companion.. haunting but loyal, perhaps it never leaves us completely. It is strange when we embrace its cold nothingness.. for often its our's forever, teaching us golden lessons which are priceless.
Summer Rains..
It would rain that summer when dusk fell,
Pensive I would watch tiny rivulets swell,
Flowing rainwater... carrying little dry twigs,
And the trees wearing drenched green wigs.
The wild wind whispering songs of past,
Spraying droplets the clouds would cast,
Thunder sounding like the drums of heaven,
Darkness shrouding the stars like craven.
Sounds on earth as the rains did pour,
Reminiscing thoughts long lost in yore,
Craving for souls long gone from my life,
Just grovelling around in pain and strife.
Only thoughts remain of that sultry summer,
When thunder sounded like a crazed drummer,
The lightning had revealed demons of dark,
Deep scars within which left it's mark.
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