#134 Morning Rains...

It was a Saturday morning

not your usual day

one out of dark clouds

and overcast was to stay..

I had pulled up

the window shield

and bent to look out

a fine breeze slowly

caressing my face

went across

to play with the curtains

and the wind chimes..

Reluctantly pulled back

and checked my mails

how could I be working

at this hour

when the nature is leading

me somewhere

with its wind tails..

Not an hour passed by

and we heard the running

in the streets

the clouds had opened

their gates

it was pouring heavily

as if it too

was waiting to meet

the land it sees..

I stood by the balcony

where the small drops of fresh

air-borne rain water

hopped over my feet

I kept thinking

if the morning rains

will ever be for me..