The Rains Poem by Avinash Nair

The sullen rains have settled in,
Every hungry mind is parched.
Every wandering soul
That ever marched
Has found its peace and
Has made its tryst with happiness.
Except for you!
The hopeless wanderer!
You were restless before,
You are restless now,
Somewhere, somehow.
The sudden wind that carries,
The heavy droplets
Hit and pierce your skin.
You know the pain,
You feel it loud
But you don't mind
For in your mind
You have known the pain
All along in its various forms.
You were once that child
Who now plays in the rain,
Filled with mirth and happy calls.
But now everything has changed,
Is it you or is it the rain?
You realize, perhaps it is you
Who has changed
After all, the rain still falls
Pretty much like it used to do.