Rain Came Knocking On My Window

I woke up in the morning with the sound of rain beating my window pane

Photo by Danielle Dolson on Unsplash

I woke up in the morning with you knocking on my window panes with your watery fingers;

I knew that it was you.

All my resentment of you not arriving on time got washed away.

I peeped outside through my drawn curtain and saw the world soaking wet, the sign that you have come;

I looked out in wonder and wondered how the world rejoices upon your arrival.

Like a sorcerer, you transform the world wherever you go, giving life another chance;

And how the world waits eagerly for your wet kiss.

It was morning, and the black cloud spread overhead like my beloved’s black mane on the pillow;

Promising an overcast day;

I shall take a leave from the world to be with you for the whole day to celebrate your arrival;

I shall not leave my windowsill and watch you fall incessantly beyond my open widow;

And touch your wetness in my extended hands as you fall past my open fingers;

Or would I embrace you if I could?

You fall in a million tiny droplets into the parched earth to rejuvenate it with fresh life;

The sound of your falling is like a rhythmic beating of thousand drums, beating in unison, heralding the birth of new vitality;

But will you be with me for the day? I know how whimsical you are!

I know you have come, but for some time, and would leave, gathering all your wetness around you when you exhaust your passion.

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