Rains..

This rain,
unable to shout and pour down heavily,
is dripping and drizzling,
the drops,rupturing and dying,
not drowning..
Soil ,not getting soggy,
still burning,the heat inside,
remaining.
Leaves coated with dust,
motionless,
with a longing in their heart,
when rain drops draw,
ugly figures in their face..
When coolness not penetrating,
in to the heart of this sleazy wind,
this rain is incomplete.
.
The rains dead long back,
coming back to mind.
branches,waving and swaying,
swinging along with winds,
rain showering on them incessantly,
shrieking ,breaking,splitting
flowing,spreading,
settling down finally,
with a calm composure..
Dark rains, never ending in black nights,
white rains,bouncing and pouncing
in the frames of clear days,
damp rains ,dangling not dissolving
in a monotone music of murky dusks,
tender rains,hugging and forbidding
the dawns from opening their eyelids,
The lost rains were all complete..
Rains dead for long,
are coming back ,
again like wrong memories,
still with fragrance of a moist earth,
bringing back those faded paintings,
of a lost time,where
the trees showers after the rain passes off,
greens cool the heat in the soul,
leaves donate the hidden drops,
to the earth when the rain leaves,
the bird soaked,drying its wings
and dozing in the tree top,
soft fingers of moisture caressing breeze,
extending and touching my face,
infiltrating its rythm into the mind,
then reminds me that,
those rains were complete,
and ,this rain is incomplete..