Poems old and new

The rain and I

The rain and I


The rain on my lips
And on my eyes
Remembered happiness
Renewed aspirations
In my heart’s depths.

The rain feels
Cool and delicious
Refreshes the dry lives
And the tear-stained lids.

The rain streams down the trees
Washing the brown off their leaves.
The white sky looks whiter
The fragrant earth sweeter.

My soul longs for succor
From Someone stronger
Who perchance may retrace
My lost steps
To the Paradise
That dwells
In my soul’s
Recesses.