The Spirit Of Rain Poem by RAJ VIKRAM

When this rain lash with
violence the child in me
reverberated with
unbound spirit.

It brought to my mind
the rains of yore
when I knew not
what melancholy was

The time when I found
the rain to be a collage
of joy undammed
and spirit unadulterated.

The rain from heavens
that made the sky disappear
that made me unsheath
myself from restrictions galore.

Then as I grew up
my dilemmas too grew
and I got groomed to be
artificial, devoid of innocence.

As summers drained me
I became passive to rains
which came sparingly
and without the life it once had.

But at this moment
I relish this violent rain
and I find my spirits soaring
like the rising water in a dried well.

I am intoxicated with this rain for now,
just for now.I know I will wake up,
with hangover, when this rain disappears
when the reality that the summer is, starts to reign.