Raindrops

Raindrops fall,

On leaves, clay pots, glass panes.

Each one has a different resonance striking a distinct note

Each time they fall;

A new lake of hope regains within me

Each drop promises me of new life and,

I see fresh green foliage in my barren desert,

Raindrops fall,

Trickling into my mind, my sensibilities, my soul,

Just like you.

I see you in each one of these raindrops,

Their languid lingering playing with my fingers

Remind me of some blurry wet afternoons and,

Some almost forgotten moments, which resurface nimbly

In raindrops, again…

Raindrops fall,

Big and heavy,

Bringing deluge to cleanse the earth,

To wipe it clean of slime, slur and slush

To wipe out all pains of remembering, forgiving and re-thinking.

Raindrops fall,

As I lie awash

Becoming all of sixteen again, fresh, vibrant, pure and untouched by sin…