> I am afraid of...
WONT IT RAIN?
WONT WE GET WET?
When the mansoon falls on my back
drumming a frenzied rhythm,
Honeying my summer cracks with her
white, foamy aerial spray
I plunge into madness,
I become what I was not.
My dry, narrow passages are washed away
by her wild spirit into the ocean.
I never step into the rain
for, her triangle submerge me in her measureless caverns
and land me on unknown territory
Where I live on the tip of delight and fall.
I know I can never break off her charms,
when she spread her fairy tassel through her smog filled day
I follow leaving a land, dream and habits
to unchristened fears
Iam afraid of the dogs,
Roaring through the monstrous day,
they will tear off the wedded bliss of the day.
and break the many coloured gem that the mansoon gifted me.
This is what the flower said to the Stormy rain.