Raindrops Speak

raindrops fall

raindrops speak

plop-plop

against large, firm

champa leaves

sharp tinkles

strike polished porch tiles

soft murmurs

disappear in weeds

thunder rolls

far away

somewhere

imagine:

an enormous lion

made of clouds

woken from slumber

in a corner of night sky

more sleepy

than fierce

growling softly

to please             

its audience of stars

raindrops embrace

and melt into ground,

grass and leaves

each union a new word

in the story

the rain tells the earth

27 July 2010

shahbano aliani