Rain

Sometimes its rain-
just random droplets,
falling in vain.

Sometimes its fall,
sometimes hope.

An inspiration to a lover,
an iginiting of creation.
A burden on the sky
or just a promise-- well-kept.
An understanding-- obvious, unsaid.

Or nothing at all.
A matter of chance,
unjustly surmised.

Sometimes its rain-
brings back memories and pain.

Sometimes its rain-
calm, and stolid;
unruly, and angry;
happy, and sanguine;
lovely, and romantic;
harsh, and loud;
silent, and beautiful.
Rain

...just random droplets,
falling in vain.

7 July 2005. New Delhi

(borrowed from old blog: http://mukundprasad.blogspot.com/2005/07/rain.html)