THE RAIN THAT RAINED

A desertified mind awaiting a break
to refresh the lodged nasty memories.
Aye . the rain renews the lodgement.
The magic it spells laser cuts 
even the unclassed locks of memories.

When it rains ,earth smells are spread
recognizing the birth time rites.
The rain rains a flash flood
a console to the solitary souls.

Why do the rain unbears a shadow figure
ever thinked before ,the why ?
The white warming shadow figure 
it bears wipesout even the odourless ,
unloaded ,unboltted flaming flashbacks.

The rain arts a mirror which
roams across the green vallies
amidst the rifts and cliffs
a searcher of the wails of cracked droughts
and shuts the rocked droughts to wetness.

The rain smelts the green ironies.
It blooms the emerald buds hereby
cracking a floral design and a 
thirst sucker of the fauna.