Wednesday, September 3, 2014

When it pours at night

Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts. I was better after I had cried, than before--more sorry, more aware of my own ingratitude, more gentle. 
Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

When it pours at night
Heavy, but there isn't light
No Sun to make me see
All I hear are sounds
Drops dropping, dripping
Sogginess is all I smell
Can feel the wetness abound
But, there isn't a light
Moon isn't there
How can I see?
Amidst this noise I lie awake
There’s dissonance within me
It flirts; it rattles paces and settles
It has a voice, it crawls passively
But there isn't a light
No one’s there
To make me see
And then there’s pouring
Not from the skies
and I sleep in the warmth
just glad that it poured tonight.


  1. Pouring from within and from without are not same-obviously! But both are relieving!

  2. Glad it has started to pour on blog front too, Jyoti:)

  3. Glad to see you after a long long time .... welcome back :-)


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