I sensed your coming,
I knew your being,
Quite apparently,
Quite before you had arrived.

On a plain summer afternoon,
While the world outside lagged a little,
I was resting on the chair, slackly as ever,
With my fingers holding their cup of tea.
The white curtains of the window swung a little,
It swayed left to right and towards me and back,
passing a gentle breeze slightly across my eyes.
I unhitched the door and opened the gate.
The sky on the left was darker than the right.
I sensed your coming,
I knew your being,
Quite before you had arrived.

The sunlight battled to breathe,
But each time you crumpled it away.
Confused I stood,
Starring the fight between the yellow and the grey.
The dust rose high and hit my eye.
For a moment, I felt blind.
Yet, I sensed your coming,
I knew your being,
This time, in a certain way.

Drop. And another. And another,
I saw you drizzle,
Glorious and divine.
Sulkily though, I waited for you.
For I sensed your coming the ugly way.

Rightly so,
You grew big and mighty.
Wild and intense.
The windowpanes began to hit against the wall hard,
You took away the light such,
that the candle refused to glow in dark.
The trees tried hard,
to keep up still, to keep up just.
You but shattered few till last.

And yet, I grieved when you left.
In joy and in pain,
In peace and in rage,
I craved you more and didn't want at all.
You were a beautiful happening,
You were a scary venture.
On a plain summer afternoon,
You were the rain.