A familiar scent fills the air,
The world is full of a familiar sound.
I allow myself that rare smile,
I run outside, feet barely touching the ground.
Arms spread wide to embrace it,
For a moment I forget all the pain.
For it has returned, as it had promised,
The annual bliss, the year’s first rain.
I feel its tender touch
As I get drenched to the bone.
The angels cry for me,
They tell me I’m not alone.
A glorious scene unfolds
From the clouds, peeks a sun’s tiny ray.
Each drop is reassuring,
Every bead washes the agony away.
Sometimes Life moves so fast,
Centuries fit in one moment.
Or often it drags on along so slow
Like a second filled with many millennia’s torment.
I can rise, and shine like a phoenix,
From the ashes I can be reborn.
Put together the pieces of wreckage,
Stick together the life I’ve torn.
My war, it has continued far too long,
Peace should have its deserving turn,
But it won’t be that easy, nor as simple
Coz in its own flame, the phoenix shall burn.
And so the clouds darken,
The heavens are filled with gloom.
A cold hand grips my heart,
I suddenly long for that corner of my room.
The smell, the sound, the scene are gone.
My world it seems so tired and worn.
And all I feel and hear and see
Are the whispers of pale ghosts walking by me.
The rain-drops are not alone,
As they roll down my cheek.
I search the heavens above,
But no more in my ears the angels speak.
I hug myself in grim acceptance.
I live a life which I hate.
Storms rage when it rains in deserts
The perennial hiss, the undeniable fate.