It rained this morning

It rained this morning.
The rainwater on the parched earth,
emanated an earthy fragrance.
Wind danced like a little girl
and the lightning illuminated the sky

4 O' Clock in the morning
nature was enacting a play.
I got up, a willing audience.
The breeze tugged at my heart
the earthy fragrance reminded me of you.

Suddenly I missed you
how I wished we could have watched
this play together
and then joined in as actors
adding our own script, making our own music.

This morning it really rained,
it was beautiful
it still is...

shubhra 1st April, 2008 8.00 am

Comments

Unknown said…

Hi Shubhra,

Liked this very much. has a nice flow and feel to it. Only "lightening" should be "lightning". A minor nitpick.

Hope things are going great for you!

best wishes,

J

2:53 PM

Faceless Maverick said…

The nostalgic flight of the poet, merging with raindrops, has made this work extremely interesting.

This morning it really rained,
it was beautiful
it still is...

It will always be...

Best wishes,

Faceless Maverick

2:41 PM

blatherings said…

Very nice poem, Shubhra.
Some of the others are very dark, liked them, but this one I really liked the best.

5:00 PM

blatherings said…

BTW that was Sukhjeet!

5:00 PM

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