Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Rains leave a pattern

These rains leave a pattern,
one has to learn to read,
the messages they deliver.
The sound that originates,
out of these free falling droplets,
leaves a rhythm,
a pattern,
a song to sing.

These rains craft these ripples,
and these bubbles.
While falling down, in my imagination,
they carve dreams.

These droplets make a dull window pane glitter.
They bring alive, life.
Above. A man pulling his cart midst a mild shower. 

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