This year the summer showers
seemed quieter, less merry...
they came with their usual aplomb
thunder, lightning and wind
the escorts ushering in the rain
Before it sprinkled its benediction
on the steaming earth
the rain visited my balconies
a little confused, wondering
why the others
who used to gleefully relish
the first cooling showers with me
were no longer to be seen
Would it understand that children
leave to make their own homes?
That one family has to be fractured
so that a new one can be started?
How would it know that even friends
have their lives to live and must leave?
Yes, like the showers they return
every year...to quench the thirst
of emotions; to drench the parched
soil of the heart and mind
they come bringing the thunder of youth
the lightning of joy and the rain of love
They come and they go back as they must
and I continue to enjoy the showers by myself