The bits and pieces of rain
That float in through the window
Sit prettily on my hands, nose, lips
Unable to evaporate quickly
For they have developed leaden feet
Weighed down by the aroma of love
Which they carry in their bosoms

I stare at the minuscule drops
Which take my mind away
To a faraway place, an unknown world
Serene, ethereal, tranquil
Where the cosmos playfully strums
The music of bounty, of creation
Of hearts melting and mingling
Of souls immersed in a joyous melody
Singing in unison with the trees, the flowers, the mountains and the rivers
The notes of longing, of hope, of renewal
Of tenderness, of innocence, of ecstasy
Gently afloat in the air, everywhere
And orchestrating the sublime rainsong

Subir Chakraborty
3rd Sept 2025