Rainy Mountain

If you are an artist, God

Then mountain rain is your masterpiece

Falling as a gentle shower,

Then broken by the storm at ease

How meticulously it is forced

To form patterns, by the wind

Sharing stories of the happy times

Broken intricately into these

Infinite little drops, by the storm

Combined with hail and petrichor  

Taking away all the perplexities

Washing away all the filth and more

The lovely sound of the downpour

Is the best lullaby for the heart

Humming a song so pleasant
Rousing  everyone’s poetic part

Calmer than before

Chillier than before

Cleaner than before

Mountain rains are a pluviophile’s delight!

Out and About

I am in this beautiful place
With every piece perfectly fit
Of which I am no longer a part
Or maybe I never was...


Every person can't be wrong
All the fault lies in me
That I don't fit in
Or maybe didn't find my people yet...

Time is a healer, they say
Time will bring out the true colours
Time will heal all the wounds
Or maybe my Shining Silver would

Is the best really yet to come?
Someday we'll know
The darkest hour is before dawn
Maybe we're not there yet.
Maybe there's more to see.