Rains that lift my spirits
As it pours
and your wet clothes cling, uncomfortably
stealing warmth from your body
you complain incessantly, of the cold.
Rain lashes painfully
like needles against my burning skin,
kills the primeval fire raging inside
bringing peace, to my troubled mind.
The rains annoy you
They bring me joy…
And I wonder how a black, and a white
at either ends, saw only grays.
– Shail Mohan (Jan 2014)