Pearls from Heaven
Completing a content day, very tiring in a way;
On the corner window seat, Lazy wind swirls kissing my face.
Carries soothing cold that's wet, on a snuggly monsoon day.
Down comes the rain, on the mucky window pane.
Rolling the mud in plain, drops play glass frame.
Some melt from glass, some tend to stay on them.
As dispersed lights shimmer through, delights my eyes off pain.
They glitter like a series, and twinkle like they're gay.
Some also peck my face, tickling me to smile in solace.
Few go and meet the ground, ending journey with all grace.
They come one and all, they gather once they fall.
Making soil cool in ways, help trees and human pails.
So devout are these grains, fuse lives with all its veins.
A drizzle pats me to sleep, thinking of all these things so deep.
But soon it's guardian roars, waking me with heavy pours.
The clamour can't frighten me though, for the child long lost came to glow.
I march and drench in rain, like childhood dancing game.
They washed sadness away, and drain all that was in pain.
And wandered off again, to make others' night free from bane.
I came back home enlivened, like elixir worked like bund.
Restored and held spirit shine, making all bygones fine.
They act as they are all raven, to me they're pearls from heaven.