I sit beside my window, smell the wet sand, and I smile. Let’s welcome the rains tonight, with a glass of whiskey and wine. - Stay tuned. Read along.
Night time. Zero-zero on the clock,
stationed, like a ship on the dock.
I stare, towards the horizon,
outside my window, distant and wide.
Dim lights, brighten my abode.
Like how the fireflies float.
There’s the moon, shining like a
traveler stopped mid-way on the road.
The first drop hits the leaves, high above.
The toads croak, welcoming the rains aloud.
The night is silent, yet noisy, misty.
I light my cig, a long drag, and I breathe.
The smoke encircles, like dreams all packed.
How one’s been ragged and smacked.
I ponder, how beautiful it will be.
For the dawn, to witness me, awake.
The rains also need company, don’t they
get bored, by pouring all alone, on clay.
The quilt is warm, the rain shows it’s charm.
Let’s talk, I say. And the wind, replies Yes.
I smile, like I give a seat to a friend.
Ready to listen to it’s drops, trickling by my window.
Tell me everything, I say - stories from afar.
Let’s welcome the dawn with hope.
