Creative Poetry: A walk in the rain

I love the rain. I love getting drenched to the bone. The sweet tingling sensation when each drop hits your body, the intimacy of your interaction with nature, it all gets to me. So I am usually amazed when people prefer not to. This poem dates back to this one time, when I went out walking in the rain - got drenched, had something hot from a roadside vendor, and returned on the same way, to see a tree hit by lightning and get split in two. I initially wanted to write about the beauty and terror of that moment, and yet got swept away by the flow of this poem, and the result was something else entirely - something based on a very simple act of friendship I got to witness - one that trumped even lightning. Read on.

Soaking up the life,
I'm walking in the rain,
While everyone runs for cover,
So they don't get wet in the rain

They don't see the beauty

They mock me with a frown

The rain drops on the yellow rose

Like a jewel encrusted crown

A sparrow sheltering fledglings

On a mango tree so high

One each under each wing

All I can do is sigh

I'm drenched, I'm cold,
I'm probably burning up,
But I feel warm, and light,
Like I drank from His own cup

It is now but a slight drizzle,

People peek out - young and old;

A chat stall is what I seek

Something warm for this cold

A dog stands by me while I eat,

His focus never leaves the road,

An auto drives up to the stall

And calls out, "Master Hoad?"

The dog climbs on to the passenger seat,
Lets out an authoritative bark,
The driver smiles, turns the key,
And they drive off into the dark...

Whenever I feel low, or alone

Or sad, or my life seems down

I close my eyes, live that day again

Till a smile overturns that frown.