Raindrops ...

written for MAGPIE TALE 60

http://magpietales.blogspot.com/2011/04/mag-60.html

When the falling rain
tiptoes on earth,

the drizzle cautiously

embraces the breeze and

kisses my window pane; 

when a sudden gust of wind

tosses my stubborn tendrils,

I raise my face

toward the falling rain,

I lose myself. 

You had once worn this rainfall

and left it in my courtyard. 

Its fold and fabric caressed you, 

its creases held you close, 

cuddled you.

The imprint of your love

is still visible on its sleeves.

That’s why I wear it too; 

to feel it all over me and

hear the resonance of your voice

in its melodious rustling.

At times, it feels

a little tight near my chest

when I recall the tug of your hand

groping for me unconsciously in sleep. 

The rainfall you wore

and left on my courtyard 

is still vibrant and warm as life.

Now I wait alone for another rain to come
so that we can wear it together, just one more time!