Honey, it rained today…
Not a deluge, but that beautiful sprinkle of your kind.
It was subtle, and may i say soothing to the mind.
The leaves were shining, the birds were beaming.
A gentle breeze blew in bringing the earth to our house.
Well nothing has changed, neither the earth, not the wind, nor the rain.
It was another rainy day like this…
Sitting here on our porch I think…
Are you in this wind?
Are you looking at me through that shining drop?
Are you the earth that’s filling up this room?
Yes… It’s you…
See nothing has changed.
Everything is the way you left it.
The porch, the almirah, the paintings
Everything, except me.