How It Reminds You Off..

What started off as a tiny baby's sprinkle,

Grew in swell and took the garb of a storm.

Those of us, sans the protective canopy of an umbrella

Got it in full, soaked and dripping all around.

Been thinking, rain has different forms

Sometimes, it is like a daughter,

Dances around in those li'l trinkets jill jill jill

Urging you too to shake a leg or two.

Its a son, when light still shines through and 

The gentle breeze moist your face

Which makes you beam thinking of the

First, boys day out you had with him.

It takes parental proportions or

Even that of a spouse, when it 

Really swells up and pours all over.

A soothsayer, a companion

Able ally of those who muse,and 

A wagon on over drive to the depths of 

Despair, to the broken and forlorn.

I love when it rains

In whatever form 

It comes by..