The rain draws a magic
That can't be explained with any logic
As I watch from inside the bus,
The flow of rain water on the large windows,
I find my heart sinking,
Or is it a deep breath that comes prior to a relieving sigh?
I find solace, from a sadness that I wasn't aware existed within
me.
A reassuring thought strikes that
the simple joys are the ones that put on a real smile.
But what was I worrying about? I just can’t compile.
That’s the charm of the rain
Just as wondrous, time and again.
The splashes from a walk on a path that’s not drained,
The sprinkles when you bring down the window panes.
Getting drenched in heavy downpours,
The misty drizzles while running to the doors.
The simplest of experiences,
Has the power to liberate us from deep fears.
-Shwetha
