About the time when the sky shines
I look up as the moon hides
The moonlight hidden and embraced by a dark cloud
The thunder and lightning fierce and loud
People tell me its rage unknown
I feel it’s a form of love shown
Not all forms of love be gentle
This one is passionate and carnal
Another look and the moment I wait
The cloud darkens, changes its gait
When it reaches the zenith of obsession
The dark cloud will give away its priced possession
The earth bares its yearning
Telling the clouds it’s time to give in
It thunders and gives it all in one burst
The earth accepts, soothes and quenches its thirst
I get drenched and feel calm
The rain drops on my face balm
Unknown faces may call me abaxile
But I am just a pluviophile!
7 Comments
Beautifully worded, Shweta.. Loved it!! 🙂
Thank you Vinitha 🙂
You make the rain sound so peaceful and wonderful.
Thank you so much Lady Lilith and welcome to my site 🙂
Rain is lovely. Rain is refreshing 🙂
It surely is Amrit.
“People tell me its rage unknown
I feel it’s a form of love shown”- Oh ! Yes! these are just my words …I feel in the same way..:-) Wonderfully penned, dear… 🙂