In the pin drop silence of the night, sudden sounds of rain pouring,
at first just in little forms, I wanted to count them one by one
when the sounds became so beautiful -
like tiny drums' rolls the minute little droplets burst one after another upon touching the roof surface,
then they glided down the gutter and gathered as a small lively pool at the end of the road.
I started shivering when the coldness cloaked around,
did the droplets feel what I felt,
did they ever think the moment when the sun would drink them up, leaving no traces at all,
just a remembrance of where and when -
would they be shivering?
© 2013 Balqis