looking at the pouring rain I feel dwarfed
I inhale the essence of stray droplets on my palm
and I feel established within me
I look up to peep through the droplets
that cause my world to blur.
That streak of yearning
strays with the scattering twilight
chalks out a beam of wishes.
Strange are the ways of life.
I search for you in words
spoken and unspoken
I find you smiling where I never looked
am I surprised?
yes and no…
