rain
the after mist of life
inebriated by Joy
Sorrow's happy older sister
rain I have shared
with both Joy and her
wanting younger sister Sorrow
many imprints on my life
walking through such
puddles has made
childhood
heartache
enchantment
they all skip or sob
with me in my mind
depending on my mood
why, I can bring a form
of rain to my own eyes
the rain of my tears
they come from rivers
in my heart
tributaries if you will
of loves I've missed
and sometimes miss
again
I welcome rain into my
life
it gives beauty and balance
to a world that can be
ugly and tilted
perhaps one day
we Shashi should take
a walk together in
the rain
that we should do
but make note
I will never wear a
rain coat
as rain
if viewed in the right
prospective
can't hurt you
it can only make
our clothing wet......
(May28, 2001 8pm)