Pluviophile

Melancholic 

Romantic

Annoying

Beautiful

Treacherous

Healing

Repulsive

Sensuous

Rain 

Defies grasp

Of the hand

And the mind

Soaks the soul 

More than the body

Caresses like a lover

And damages like one too

Doesn’t stop till it’s through

You

Wouldn’t know 

With your arid form

And your arid mind

That’s parched and cracked

And hardened beyond repair

That revels in its barren beauty

And deters those droplets from treading

Lest they too lose themselves to oblivion

Alas

You misjudge

And grossly miscalculate

Those droplets are now torrents

A relentless and unforgiving army

That rushes and gushes and ravages

Leaving nothing but mush in its wake

Slowly you begin to embrace your destiny

Turning into the quagmire you were always meant to be

Wistful 

Quixotic

Maddening

Heart-wrenching

Deceitful

Gratifying

Murky

Inspiring

Rain 

Defies grasp

Of the hand

And the mind

Destroys the shell 

And imbues from within

Washing away all pretensions

Unless you are what you were never meant to be

Then your metamorphosis is its only redeeming mercy

The Grind

Prepare to take a leap of faith

Spread your wings wide, and soar

With your feet rooted firmly of course

Or Icarus’s fate will be yours!

Take a dive in the deepest sea

For a taste of the knowledge that was never yours

But beware of the cutthroat sharks within

They show no mercy to even the next of kin!

If it is treasure you seek, look far and wide

But there is no pot of gold at the end of the rainbow

It is but an endless toil day after day

So, prepare, Sisyphus, prepare to decay!

You tell me the grind has been worthwhile

From poor church mouse to lord of the concrete jungle

You say you have led a life of decadence

Need I remind you, child, that it all now ends with a slow ride in a hearse?

You shan’t be forgotten, though

Your stories will be shared by those you left behind, like your heirloom

Why is it, though that when you linger through that last dying ember

They look around, and ask, “How much longer?”