Dialogue With The Rain

The rains have settled

to a steady rhythm

the soft lap of the drops

make the leaves shiver

in dark anticipation.

 

The rain provokes dreams

wakes up the teenage fantasies

thrown into ancestral dustbin.

But I watched the rain

thrusting my nose into the grill:

The rain spoke gently - come

play with me as you did

in your nubile years sailing

paper boats to the Islands where

the Prince of solitude sat alone

counting his days of separation.

 

I mused, my Prince is here

in me, building ships for me,

he will take me on

his new princenik

on whose banks the cloudless

skies would descend to paint me

with the azure of youth.