Rain i-poems

Summer is the season here in my place. And it had been raining for the past three days, especially in the evenings. Even now the sky is dark, as if it still holds the blessing of drops; cool, and comforting in the shimmering sun of the summer and the hot weather. This humble man with the destiny of a poet here jots down with all his naïve understanding, nature and human mind: Rain i-poems.

I

I counted the drops,

One, two, three and-

Gasped at the eternal rain.

And then I counted back three, two, and one.

And the rain smiled at me,

In my transformation,

Into a child.