Tag: rain

The Last Hug



Pitter-patter pitter-patter
prompts a story
of a little girl
written sixteen springs ago
for an English exam paper

she visits her sick best friend
in the hospital and
sees a frail static girl
after shedding tears
kisses goodbye to leave

pitter-patter pitter-patter
the rain falls
down the path
she hears her friend
offer her an umbrella

a sadness in her voice
her friend reassures
of her recovery
they hug and part
to meet again

the next day, the little girl
humming happily
bounces along the path
to her best friends house and
finds people mourning

‘She’s gone,’ they tell her
Impossible! she checks the time
as the rain had started falling
pitter-patter pitter-patter
her friend had said her goodbye



Raining Sunshine


Google image

The over cast sky loomed
clouds rolled as in rage
thunder roared like cannons
moisture hung in the air

wind swept-up sand from the river
fallen leaves danced in clouds of dust
birds caught rainbows in their wings
plants breathe life, with joy

shiny dark droplets of water
came pouring down
beating up dust off the ground
first rain of another season

as if a cannon shot through
the clouds parted and disseminated
leaving a patch of clear blue sky
for the sun to shine through

it is going to be a good season

And they held me

This poem is entered for Monday Poetry Potluck [29/11/2010] at Jingle Poetry and the theme for this week is Nature: Plants, Creatures and the Cosmos.

Picture for WordsWorthMillions

The fog sets into the valley
a light drizzle is on *Kanglung
on yellowing leaves
a sign of the setting of summer
rise of autumn

In the distance the birds sing
the song of the approaching season
the song of human lives
the song of my loneliness
and a sign of the approaching woods

I walk the path into the woods
my gateway to solace
the cold wind stings my face
small pearl like droplets
of water in my hair
lose themselves
like I lost myself in life

My nose takes in the familiar
raw smell
of the living woods mixed with dust and
roving smoke from the chimneys of
the village down in the vales

I try to see through the fog
I see the silhouettes
of trees, my companion of years
in happiness and in sorrow
coming into view

Their branches reach forth
to touch me as always
to reassure me of
finer things tomorrow
to brush away
my pain of today

It’s like they know
why I haunt like a spirit among them
I feel no words in my mouth
as tears tighten my throat
choking me

The wind blows
as if to tell me
to cry my heart out
I feel the branches
embrace me
like the arms of a friend
warm and comforting
on a cold evening
as the rain showers down
it drips by the side of my face
I cry rain mingled with tears

The wind howls mad through the
trees at that moment
drowning my sobs
like a friend they are
covering my embarrassment of
having to cry out loud

As I walk homeward I hear the
leaves rustle and the wind
whisper in my ears
to come back again
the branches stroke my face
the wind howls
I understand why


*Kanglung : A place in Bhutan

[I started this poem in 2003 and completed in 2009]


Here it is again
it makes me feel cuddled
it makes me feel sensual
it makes me feel in my own skin
it makes me want to jump
it makes me want to dance
it makes me want to sing
it makes me spread my arms
it makes me wait for it like for a lover
it makes me giggle like a kid
it makes me open my mouth to get it in
it makes me joyful
most of all it helps me hide my tears
for, at times, heaven cries too