Rain Bath Poem by Saroj Padhi

Motionless I stood
as drops' clammy fingers
down the spine
moistened my mood,
sank in beneath the skin
into marrows and bones deep,
when the wind played flute
for the heart in joy to leap;

you were so close to me
in your silent whisper,
beneath the shower,
hard to decipher,
my soul to cheer
like a dripping leaf's shiver;

the moist wind spirit did thrill
as you rushed like a gush of joy
the sluices of the sad soul to fill,
a whiff of wind in desert dry
a ripple of throbs thro my flesh
a spectra of beams from the sky;

quenching the thirst of many ages
scattering bliss from ancient sages
turning water from rain into nectar
strumming strings of soul of a lover.