random pennings

Midnight rains

When the cold damp wind hits the pear shaped cloud,
It twists and turns and sprinkles the magic water
The thudding sounds of the droplets falling,
Somehow syncs with the perky beating of the heart
It hits all the right places,when it hits my face
Washing away the pain, making its way to the earth
How about one drop for a million shots of dopomine?
They fall on my eyes,replacing the salty to sweet
It glides through my elbow to my wrists; a child playing in a slide
Yet again it's every drop is the plausible solution to all my problems
It's heavenly droplets remove the impure from my anatomy
From the navy silk carpet embroidered with shiny pearls
It comes when the carpet is drenched with the blessing of benediction
Where did the pearls go?
They fell of the sky guised as raindrops
Aren't pearls be supposed to be kept on trinkets?
And aren't raindrops supposed to be saved,
For our dear old friend, to avoid him bearing a sultry throat
Why does my coinsceience scream?
That I belong to a place where it's all washed out
When it says that I'm meant to rise up like a budding node
Fresh and alive like the newly rained ground
And everytime my halfbitten nails graze those drops
Is shrills a note; like the first string pulled
What do you call beautiful?
The clouds or the rain?
Can they be different?
The first drop that dripped honey from the sour neem answered
Beautiful is imperfection personified!