Form

The ceaseless percussion of the rain

Drenching the curiosity

Shivering shadows trying to hold on, in vain

Conversations, and their Paucity .

A Pause amidst the quiet

A perspective hidden from sight.

The wind turned around

Falling in love with the puddles

Discerning where the past muddles

In the shadows the freedom from form,

found.

Rhea