In Drizzle Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

In drizzle

Sky is large stage,
With clouds in ballet.

I am the audience
Inside this theatre
At seat's edge.

The breeze is chilly
Drizzle keeps coming…

Overjoyed, I stop,
Asylum in corner.

See people passing by,
Look at me, whisper, talk:
"He must be crazy…"

Have fun with raindrops
And falling gold, brown
Leaves, leaving with a: "bye"
To branch, bough, trunk.

Like me, they, are homeless,
That makes them prosperous.

No collections, no debts,
Free to sit and rest.

Like me, they are in search,
Of loving, avoid hate.

Their bodies, powerless
In the wind are helpless.

Unlike the cheaters, we
Keep hanging, flying
In fullest honesty,
No fear of hardship.

Why to lie, pretend,
Like a roadside beggar?