May 5, 2016
Running Between Two Drops Of Rain
When you came drenched, dripping wet,
and as you hung your raincoat on the peg, you said,
that you were tired from running between two rain drops,
I wondered how far away were the rain drops spread,
and I threw the window open
to watch the miracle of this rain.
There on the lattice of the window
was a newly sprung wicker of leaves,
thirstily absorbing rain,
and each leaf stood trembling in the rain,
just a rain-drop away in the glistening lace
one from the other, dripping wet.
I suddenly realized how tiresome it would be for a man
to be running between two drops of rain
if raindrops were so scarce and far away,
and if it suddenly started raining floods.
When you came drenched, dripping wet,
and as you hung your raincoat on the peg, you said,
that you were tired from running between two rain drops,
I wondered how far away were the rain drops spread,
and I threw the window open
to watch the miracle of this rain.
There on the lattice of the window
was a newly sprung wicker of leaves,
thirstily absorbing rain,
and each leaf stood trembling in the rain,
just a rain-drop away in the glistening lace
one from the other, dripping wet.
I suddenly realized how tiresome it would be for a man
to be running between two drops of rain
if raindrops were so scarce and far away,
and if it suddenly started raining floods.
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