September Rain Poem by Subashini Ravichandran

The fragrance of the wet mud
Wafting through my window
stirs me abruptly from the
million parallel thoughts that
race through my feeble mind.

The harmony of the little drops
hitting the hard roads, glass panes
and vehicles that pass by along
creates a soothing tune to
the ever mending heart

As the volume of the song raises
leaving the world in front of my eyes
completely blurred and almost still,
I enjoy the tiny rivers that flow and
the pools beneath they reach to

I reach out my hands through
the windowpane to feel the joy,
I scurry to get parchments
to build boats for the pool, and
watch them sail on my mission

I see tiny green boats along carrying
Tinnier passengers, unlike my boat
they seem less charming, yet they
move forward with a stronger intent
cruising along magnificently together

Enjoying the gleam rains have passed
I wonder why can't I soak forever
taking in the beauty at hand, Instead of
grieving over the lost and getting
anxious over the prospects of tomorrow

And when these thoughts shape inside
voices from the sky grow louder, and
the song of the rain grows feeble
perhaps, they are summoned to stop
or to move on to another land

and when the last drops of fall
offering all their assurance,
they jog my memory once again
and my mind gets clearer now
as the misty clouds move away

And while the sun tries to peek out
From the hidden blanket
I wonder where the rains moved on
And with a little smile I gather,
to bring happiness else where