The forest rain

I cried today,
Along with the forest rain,
After a decade or so,
Of a drought dried pain.

The angst, the bitter love,
I let it all go,
I could see the red of my heart ,
In a stream flow slow.

The lightness, the joy,
Ran through my veins,
I soaked in the green from around,
To cover up old stains.

The rain stopped, empty and spent,
Stealthily, as it had come,
Leaving behind a chilly wetness,
And heavy fragrance some.

Strangely again for no reason,
My heart gave a twisted lurch,
All the cleaning poorly failed,
The rain couldn't wash away your touch.

Like the wet earth, an aftermath,
Like the surging flash flood,
The crystal droplets on the leaves,
I sighed, you still linger in my blood.
© 2009 Rituparna Das