Rain..

Look at the pouring beads,

Feel the drench of solid pearls,

Smell the wet mud and water flow,

Hear the sound of breaking drops as they sow.

If it gives you pleasure,

Rest at leisure.

Work can be done laters,

Lie down and forget all matters.

Work happens round the year,

Wait till the sky clear.

It doesn’t rain everyday,

And rarely feels like this anyway.

So lay down and relax.

Let the water hit you in face,

Forget your hand’s reflex.

Feel good? As you let your mind race…

Where did it take you?

What can you see?

Is there someone special?

Or are you still with me?

You dint respond,

That’s a sign for me.

I got it, you are busy,

And I should flee.