A thunderous rain fell out of the sky today morning. After a brief encounter with the rain in all its wild glory I returned to the interiors . Sometimes the rain that fall outside is not enough. You just want to sit inside the caverns of the rain and wish it lasts forever. The being itself dissipates some heat and in the warmth you snuggle with yourself and forget everything else.."Into each life some rain must fall. ..into each life some rain must fall.".....I flipped the internet like a poetry book to search a famous rain verse that suddenly came to the mind.

The random searches lead to some Haikus by Matsuo Basho. My daughter was the one who first gave me a lesson on Haikus...the 5-7-5 magic. She hasn’t written one till date,  but she got to experiment a few as part of her curriculum assignments which I never got to see. But that left me a new world in poetry... reading a few ones, I couldn’t help marvel at the simplicity of the haikus. ..The  way they are so deeply connected to the real sound, feel and picture of nature ..the way they significantly highlight the moment’s splendour .... it’s not an easy game though to capture the moment’s glory in defined syllables...(I tried one desperately unable to bear the beauty of the cherry blooms , the first time...)

 But haikus were made perhaps for such moments....as they say, so that the beautiful and small things around in nature do not go unnoticed...to feel, without missing an ounce of the nature's  divinity....

 It's raining outside. And I like to think this....

"An old silent pond...
A frog jumps into the pond,
splash! Silence again."

Matsuo Basho