raindrops fall
raindrops speak
plop-plop
against large, firm
champa leaves

sharp tinkles
strike polished porch tiles
soft murmurs
disappear in weeds

thunder rolls
far away
somewhere

imagine:

an enormous lion
made of clouds
woken from slumber
in a corner of night sky
more sleepy
than fierce
growling softly
to please
its audience of stars

raindrops embrace
and melt into ground,
grass and leaves

each union a new word
in the story
the rain tells the earth

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27^th July, 2010. For more contemporary sufi poetry in english, please visit Sufi Poetry English.
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