Thunderstorm

It was raining and I was jobless. xD So, I wrote this. Also I love rain. :D

Rain drops trickle,

Unnerved by the passing time,

Washing every taint away,

Silently; like a healing hymn,

The grey smear of sorrow,

In life’s windowpane,

Can only be faded,

By the raging rain.

 

 

 

The wayward wind blows,

Against my face,

Leaving me aglow,

Disappearing without a trace,

The sharp shards of grief,

Are now numbed by the breeze,

It was brief…

And yet so sweet.

 

 

 

The treacherous thunder,

Roars through the silent sky,

As I am arrested with wonder,

Waiting to fly,

The storm beckons me,

In its inviting arms,

To protect me,

From every unknown harm.

 

 

 

The rain has stopped,

Unnoticed by time,

And I am drenched,

Yet the feeling is surreal, sublime,

The grey smear of sorrow,

In life’s windowpane,

Has now been washed away,

By the raging rain.

Author's Note

Your views are welcome as always. :)

Reviews

[Akshat♥]

I love rain too :D
You have expressed very bit of everything that happened at that moment..
This shows your imaginary:)
by the way a jobless person can only write like this ;)
because the person who has a job rarely get time to think like this..
Nicely written piece..keep writing!!

[KeeD]

"The grey smear of sorrow,
In life’s windowpane,
Can only be faded,
By the raging rain" simply beautiful.

"Surreal, sublime!" ha.. a rainy day actually feels like that to me most times.
I liked this, it had a very calming effect to it, with power packed in the right quotient at the right times.

[Shruti Das]

:D Thanks.

[teardrop]

like the last stanza, wonderful imagery : )

[Shruti Das]

Thank you so much. :)