A Rainy Morning

As the first rains of the season touched my cheeks

I remembered the soft velvety touch of your lips

Moving around to soothe my frayed nerves.

The rains were falling in really tiny droplets,

Not enough even to wet the cheeks.

It formed a delicate rhythm

Like a slowly moving track

Of a song from the old times.

I remembered you Mary Oliver

I remembered your longs walks

Your everyday affair with the nature

Its bounties, its beauties shone ever

so gloriously in your delicious poems.

I looked around and saw

The world coming to life.

The green leaves beaming with joy

As if they had received a new lease of life.

Cleared of all the dust and grime that settle

On these beautiful leaves (a gift of the modern city).

They were inviting to the eye.

Looking truly resplendent,

As if their core was happy.

And their happiness slowly

Permeated the surroundings,

Radiating from the faces of the people.

Forming puddles of happiness here and there.

I looked at the green grass

Which was making every attempt

To see the world through it tiny shoots

Slowly but steadily making their way

Out of the earth.

And the people seemed to be happy

After all the city gives little reason

For them to be happy

And the rainy morning

Gave them one.

And I was happy.