Rainy Sunday
I
peek through the half-drawn curtain,
The
view, making my heart skip a beat;
Tint
of blue and green, making me yearn,
For
time to pause in this divine retreat;
Plants
in my garden, swaying in ecstacy,
To
rhythms of the patter of raindrops;
A cuckoo
bird singing her quaint melody,
The cooing
of pigeons perched on the rooftop;
Wet
scanty land, devouring the dribble,
Graciously
embracing the touch of sanctity;
Stealing
my heart, little by little,
Capturing it in my soul, for eternity!
