Drop Of Rain Poem by Tshering Chekii

The first drop of rain fell on my face,
Rolling, it made way down the face,
When it touches the edge of my mouth,
It tasted salty; I wonder, is rain salty or the tears,
Which got mixed with the drop of rain?

As thunder roar from the mighty sky,
I didn't block my ears or shout as usual,
It didn't even scare me today.
May be, I am tired of the noises in my mind
Which have been lately getting on my nerves?

For the first time in my life,
I wished lightning can last more than a few seconds,
And flash little longer,
To light the path I am unable to see
And clear the little noises in my head.