Walking in the rain all alone.

Tripping thru' nature's home.

On the stage of the field ahead,

the water drops perform.

The trees murmur, sing and rejoice.

With the rains they found their voice.

No keening wail in tempests wry,

but a happy voice in joyous cry,

of nature reborn.

 

Walking in the rain all alone.

I need no friend, for company.

I want no body to come and break,

into nature's divine symphony.

I rejoice with nature as it dance,

the rhythm in tune with my sense.

The gushing rain with intrigue,

slowly shifts and a dripping twig,

nods in appreciation.

 

Walking in the rain all alone.

Nothing to hinder my fantasy.

Nothing to stop me from being one

with nature's divine ecstasy.

A flower beside smiles in glee,

In tune with what I seek to be!

I wade through the dancing rain,

feeling myself get whole again,

in exhilaration!

 

Suvendra C Dasgupta