As simple as a rain.
” If you will stay close to nature, to its simplicity,to the small things hardly noticeable, those things can unexpectedly become great and immeasurable.”
Rilke’s heartwarming words are a panacea for the melancholy of my throbbing heart. A poet’s hunger and his sustenance since dim and distant has been borne by this refrain. But every breath knows that each drop that washes the sole domicile of human existence only rouses its appetite.
When this bird of passage cometh
The tune the clock shall hummeth
Is an ode to the blood and thunder
God avert this unbound venture.
Antonymously,the outpouring current pertains an utmost bliss and subsides the aflame hearts of cultivators after the sultry months of summer. It cools the burning soil and the rising petrichor is a euphoria of the soul. Days of rain provide a stained- glass landscape with details of images, colours and odour. It is like a pure work of a mellowed craftsman.
For a bird of the air shall carry the voice
And that which hath wings
Shall tell the matter
Such is the beauty of this blissful patter;
A fool’s errand it is to look for origin,
Might this bountiful malediction bless the fool
And teach the poet in vain
The compulsion poem,a true de jure.