A sudden rain came swooping down

like a raven upon the plain.

Lethe, Forgotten, was the word that spread gently upon

the small things that waited all along

for the sunshine that came, but not without this rain.

The Rain, she let her hair down and allowed her body to flow

unresistant to the gale.

The sounds of the rain galloped forth

from the horizon that once was dim.

There was peace in sitting in the face of the wind.

Sushama Karnik (C)