You don’t get this day every day,
when the skies pour down fragments of the soul on a balmy late afternoon;
when you sit by the open door to endeavor the pace of droplets ascend on the ground-
only to shy away partly on each side and pat the curtains of a weary eye!
You don’t get this day every day,
to leisurely witness nature unfold;
to reminisce a similar rain that welcomed you to the starts of school and college ahead of summer break,
the whiff of book covers pristine,
the glimpse of downpour snuck through dewy windows,
the hopefulness beaming in new beginnings,
the warmth of old friends sharing tales of vacation,
the moment benign when fond eyes met-
unknown to the complexities of affection,
the playful giggles of childhood and buoyant ventures youthful.
You don’t get this day every day,
when a flicker of orange hue on the horizon beckons an early dusk
and to the spirits, an ardent melancholy
as if to relieve in the brief illusion of rain, as a shower on mankind, washes away our myriad sins
amidst making the Earth prolific again.
You don’t get this day every day,
to realize that all of eternity’s scorching summers ease at last into blissful drizzles
and sometimes a sight so endearing can be as close as home.
Mere fleeting moments, seldom as these
ought to hold you in a certainty
while the dusty damp embraces mortal skin
and the mind drifts off of the mundane,
that you shall remember to savor them for the rest of your life! |
