A NEW GUEST

Rain is coming to see me.
They'll be no ceremony.
No one will be there to hold her,
I'll revise the loss.
or the gain the on the shore.
Simultaneously , it'll cross the bridge.
Dancing over the meadows,
Then the splash will reach
To the dark terrace, of light and shadow.
Or in the crevice of my attic old,
Prying the equation.
Based on a primitive formula
Of acceptance and rejection.
Yesterday the sky was blue.
Like the eyes of someone I know,formidable.
Whom I was afraid of.
Today, on the pool,
That mirrors the sky ,
The vision of grey making me enthralled.
Mine eyes, tired of what the sun
Has burnt down with its might,
Delivers me into the realm of
Wilderness-enshrined space ,
Or somewhere to atone the sin of procreation.
Since then, rain breaths for me.
As a part of trivial consolation!