Raining My Heart Poem by lalitha iyer

Needling
probing
pricking
piercing
pinching
pilfering
peeping
pinning
picturising
pinking, inking
bleeding
bubbling
bullying
bulldozing
buffooning
buttering
basking, budding
oh no, rains are my favourites
Monsoon comes and I go
I just surrender at the feet of Monsoon sky

What do rains do?
I don't know,
but sure, they drill me in and out
they kill me and enliven me
they ransack my emotions and passions
raid my past, present and future dreams
take me out part by part
and hang them up in zoomed lot
every inch of my being is being tossed up
and looked by a magnifying glass cup
oh rains, rain clouds, thunder and storm
lightning and hurricanes
they just wipe me out
whip up every single urge within
I want to hug the entire world
the lovely squirrels, the twittering birds,
the untouchable skies, the undiggable earth
the ponds, the oceans, the rivers and brooks
and mountain peaks and hills and horizon beds
Rains they wet me in and out, make me hot and cold
I am freezing and fuelling all at the same time
wow, just melting and solidifying in one single flame
all air speaking in the summitting volumes
liquidifying my being to hear, listen
and reply and respond with inner vibrations
I react without any stop, involuntarily shaking
my whole body ignited, enflamed, I wild and crazy
oh, the rains are penetrating into my very privacy.