THE RAIN, MY MUSE

Why is it so hard to write at times,

When all one wants are, few lines that rhyme,

To express the feelings and thoughts,

Which otherwise would disappear into naught.

Yet, there are days when words just seem to flow,

Out of one's heart, into the world to shine and glow,

Telling stories, unknown and untold,

Enhancing the joy of a poet, manifold.

May be it is the rain that helped me today,

Oh! how I wish it could happen everyday,

For in the refreshing drops of rain,

My feelings would some expression, gain.

An attempt to capture my thoughts before they flew,

This might sound like a poem, out of the blue,

Now, I'm left wondering when they'll be back again,

Guess, it can be the next hour, if only, it rains.

~Euterpe~