Artwork: Faila Sufaan
Rain
i feel it coming
long before it descends
everything is still; anticipating
the silence: melancholic.
and then it falls
a grand curtain of gray
the world seemingly mourning
as it softly whispers, "pitter, patter."
an elegant adagio
through life and still-life
an old canvass made new
stripped of color.
finally, a playful pirouette
as it gently kisses the parched earth
everything in its wake,
cleansed and breathing ...
... as my heart.
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