( From my first book of poems 'The divine hand in the dark' published in August 2010)

Rain

The day ebbs slow,
fading into an orange glow,
with an amber glint of sunlight on leaves
and a peculiar slant of rays on trees
and then I think of rains
and strangely the heart pains
The sun has not gone down
still it grew dark outside
and I wondered if it was the heart inside
or was it really cloudy on the skies?
I can hear the footfall of the rain
For I was close in nature's lane
Where she couldn't but hear the heart cry
So she really brought the clouds on the sky!
And then the mind eases in bliss
as the first rain seeps to the insides
the balmy wind plants a kiss
and sweeps by the sides
and then through the silence ripping fast
the clouds open and drop down wild
upon the trees thrashing and tearing down
the eyes in the pouring rain looking through
to the skies behind the clouds
and below to the clustering trees
appearing like patches of green
The hours pass by and I find I can love
this kind of a coloured desolation of the mind.
The drops that array in queue
like a multimillion pearls in a pale hue
studding over the edges of roof
now changes patterns collecting all
and streams down like a limpid fall.
The rain wraps me around in its arm
whispering secrets of love
casting a mystic spell of charm
to the being thrilled in every nerve
And when its night and sleep builds
vision still hangs in the eyelids
of the rain that pour from the roofy top
filling images in the eyes
and transferring them to the heart
I look out miles and miles
while the mind sleeps cosy again
immobile in the arms of the rain.