The Rain That Came For Me

As if I answered its prayers, the rain came jolting down, 
the moment I raised my hands to feel the breezy wind and reach for the misty sky.

My presence has quenched its thirst, it has been longing for,
With a clear gesture from me. 

Just like the bunch of pups after a long, forlorn wandering trip, 
run to their mother, it has reached me.

It reached with its best efforts to gently stroke my arms. No, it was not the power of gravity,
Or a principle of physics, it is the part that love and longing plays. 

It came down like it belonged here, to the Earth, to me. 

Like crying out the emotions that have clouded in its heart, 
it roared in its own language, my name. 

Putting to an end to its haywire dreams, I did raise my hands. 

That smile on my face, that unbinding happiness in my heart, 
I guess, was not sufficient for it. 

And all of a sudden, it roared one last time and withdrew itself. The sky once again fell silent. 

For, it did not understand that, "What you seek is seeking you."