Unseasonal rain

rain drizzle


is the soft drizzle, that mists up

my window pane – enveloping

and comforting –as a mother

to her newborn child.



when roles are reversed–

wanting, to take foetal position

for yourself – to be cuddled and nursed,

still oblivious to the world of heartache.



when Autumn leaves loiter about,

wanting, retrieval of the buds of Spring,

retracing the steps of your youth,

wandering– what you would do differently.



though it may seem– rain will come

as it chooses, soft drizzle or pelting hard!

Is it in your stars, the choice or the measure–

or do you just choose to dance in the rain…


wherever and whenever it comes …