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