Anecdote
On a rainy day
She places her palm in the hope for a ray
Droplets on the window
Mirroring a shadow
Succouring her soul
By boosting of her whole
Caressing her wrinkles
To bring out hidden twinkles
Placing the palm
On the window pane
Is a way to calm
And keep her sane
For all she needs is a tight squeeze
Suffocation turning into ease
Her heart carrying the weight of the world
Not uttering a single word
The load as heavy as the rain drop
For the shiny droplets her smiles crop
A cuddle to release
An Engraved crease
The dread will cease
Causing the bloom, much in peace
Her sight into the sky, yet
It’s the rainy season for life
~Poorna Kondur