Saturday, June 20, 2015

The #rain divine

When it rains,
I feel his omnipresence
As the wind carries his ethereal presence
When it rains,
I rediscover his art
As all colours and hues sparkle and bloom
When it rains,
I am intoxicated by his divine fragrance
As the smell of wet earth unravels
When it rains,
I sway to his melodies
As the irridiscent plumes and chirpy wings sing in glee
When it rains,
I hear his silent words
as the world stills in his precipitous manifestation
When it rains,
I always chance upon him
rarely in a temple, a satsang or a book
I’d love to meet him much more

If only it rained a little more