Rain!

                                                   

A series of water logged clouds over Himalayas c
alled a squall line.

The water logged clouds

dripping down,

Constant pitter patter

on my window-sill!

The fine trickles

Sneaking around

the rounded stones 

In a hurry to reach

the earth within!

The tiny seed,

A memory indeed

Of a long forgotten 

Old tree,

Chopped down by the 

Relentless woodcutters,

Creeps to life

And returns 

Above the soil,

Plunging through the

Softened earth,

Forgiving everyone in its wake!

Of hope,

Love,

Loss

Death

And life!

For She is back!

Inspired by Claribel's poem "Rain"  written for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads !
Also shared with Poetry Pantry at Poet's United!