Autumn rain

M Minakshi Devi
Set free from the bondage of grey clouds,
A message from far off nature it brings, drumming over my roof
A noisy racket of wide mouthed geese and frogs arouses
A nimble energy rumble within the grey clouds.
There's something beautiful about the weather,
The aroma of crispy fritters and tea diffuses in the air,
After dust and heat,the broad and fiery street,
In the narrow lane pavements roadways,
On fields on forest falling measureless.
Teaching our troubled souls in ceaseless descent,
To fall to be fellow to feel the roots,
To sink in,to heal,to sweeten the sea.

I remember a darkened doorway
where we stood while the storm swept by.
Thunder gripping the earth and scrawled on the sky.
It fall all day, among the laden trees.
The leaves look fresh and crisp after a quick quench.
The first rain of autumn seeth in a turbulent brew.
People patter to work, roads like a sea of umbrellas.
Crimson green blue,flames in a wet world.
The voice of the rain murmurs, it rises and floats.
I am strangely glorified by it, dreams drifting through the rain.
The wind that moan away its chilling flight,
Gray days gray night, sodden and glimmering a then dusty town.