My Rain... Poem by Rosmin Elsa Mohan

The sun so desirable with you beside
Rainbows outcast and to gently ride
Upon the golden hue that does bathe in you
Even that grass to gleam in your mirrors of dew.
To see the faces in you again
To see the life it fills, oh Rain
I wish to feel you again and again

My rain.

The silent drizzle
The thunderous downpour
Your faces did ever reflect
Those faces in me
Silent as I was with the drizzle in you
In sorrow as your thunder did blew
It grew forever in me profound
And knew my heart, so crystal sound
Often dark clouds did encompass
I wanted those nights to pass
But then you’d visit me in the dark
Out through the window you’d call my name
To feel you solemn on my palm
And in a moment, all turned calm
You showered my spirits
You watered my soul.
Seasons will pass, and I will see you again
Out through the clouds as you will rain
In me and to fill me through
With the undying thirst to be with you

My rain.

I look now at the sparkling sky
To see you smiling back at me
I want to flow in you
I want to fly with you
To that world where you reside
To that meadow with you beside
The lessons you’ve taught
For those answers I’ve sought
I’ve learnt from you
I’ve learnt in you
In sorrow...
In pain…
The dark shadows did now refrain
To that note
Shall I call you again?


My Rain.