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

"Love you" doesn't mean love anymore!!

We live in strange times what is seen is never shown what is heard, never said what is felt is not what's expressed "Love you" doesn't mean love anymore "hate you" doesn't mean hate either "sorry" is no longer a regret "thank you" no more an expression of gratitude "I am ok" never means things are alright and nothing is well in "I am well" and "all is well" "nice" no longer is so nice, and "that's ridiculous" may not be that bad A lifetime is spent deciphering meanings Reading between the lines and looking beyond the words Is a skill essential straightforward conversations are rare and life status always complicated... ...because We live in strange times...here "Love you" doesn't mean love anymore!! (c) shubhra December 24, 2015

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