Saiprakash Kuntamukkala
ON A RAINY DAY
I sit near the window with a coffee cup
Looking at the rain
Each pearl
Inviting me to hold
I offer my resistance
The rain beginning to sing
A rhythmic tune
Tempting my soul
Memories of my childhood and youth
Interlaced
I can no longer resist
As soon as I open the front door
The first scent of petrichor
The first splash of showers
Leaving many pearls on my cheeks
Those pitter patter raindrops
Whispering many secrets
I too whisper back my moments of pain ,joy and bliss
Those rainy days
Where I used to sit alone
My warm tears mixed with drops of rain
A perfect camouflage
Those of my tears of joy too well disguised
The long winding paths
Wave after wave of rain and memories entwined
A rainy day is a day of memories
Not a few but many
(C) Saiprakash Kuntamukkala
