Rains

The rains have always been my favourite.
There’s something about them that’s intimate and personal
From the first touch of cold
Sending goosebumps on my flesh
To the sheer sensuality of
Little rivulets running down my soaked skin.
Rains are about longing and desire;
The desire to be felt,
The desire to be touched and
The desire to give into an embrace.
But then, rains are also about grief and loss;
Grief unseen and unfathomed
Brewing in the deepest and darkest corners
Of the mind like rain clouds
Waiting to pour.
Sometimes a drizzle,
A thunderstorm at others
It showers and showers incessantly;
Then it stops.
And then begins the wait
For clear skies and sunny days
Till it starts raining again.

©GauriCS