The Dance ....By Devyani Rai

DR

The clouds run away as the rain approaches
As though not able to bear the exaltation
The trees sway to the unchained melody,
The rain dances in its own tempo:
Sometimes to the soft whispers of the wind
And sometimes to the drums of thunder
As the tempo rises,
The world wakes up.
Even the walls seem to move
As the drops amble down from it…

The dance finishes, but not the rain
It pours down in sheets,
Blurring my eyes…
The wind howls,
Bringing the rain towards me
Drenching a soul thirsting for it…
I welcome the cold; the drops on my face
making it glisten…
My hands move, reach out to catch a drop
I look at it…and then I put it to my lips
As a physical proof of the happiness I now feel.
I savor the drop,
Let it trickle down my throat and inside me
And I have captured the moment today…

The world still swishes to the beats of the storm
But my heart is still now.
‘Because through this wind and the rain
My soul has danced too,
And for this moment
Is at peace…


Sometimes, you don't have words to describe the beautiful milieu you are witnessing.....but if described , can engender something like Devyani has done through this poetry....