Rain

there is something comforting,
In the rain.
Fat, voluptous raindrops, pummeling
from the heavens,
Bursting on the razor-edged tips
Of green luscious grass, to
quench the thirst,
of an Ancient mother.
A gleaming merciless blade
slashing through the serenity fo the sky,
A beautiful and deadly,
display of magnificence,
As Thor in his rage,
sends an ironic warning,
And exploding roar barking
'Beware of the lightening.'
This chaos, in the skies is comforting,
As nature is caught,
in her pure raging beauty.
Behind this window,
curious eyes, stare, longing
to be a part of this majestic show.
sorrowfully aware of the limitations
that is man.
So these eyes slowly close,
and a heart races,
with each thunderous roar,
yet finding comfort in the pummeling,
of the Rain.

Nandi
August 2000