Rain. Some Lose, Some Gain.
As the petrichor settles in the deep breaths and long sighs of children walking home with their bulky bags and lighter hearts, I watch them splash puddles and cruise through the pot-holes across the road. I stare at the pale woman, who lives next door and works fourteen hours a day without getting an hour of sunlight, whooping with a minefield of laughter and a rare smile sketched across her face.
Am I the only one with a mournful fate?
As the bliss of rain shimmers across every face, from the teenager who bunked his tuitions to watch the sky drain, to the granny who took off her spectacles to feel the vapor kiss her wrinkled skin, why am I the only one struggling to bottle the sob raging in my throat? I see them enchanted, beaming at the magical pour, while my tears scream till they are sore. I see them folding hands in prayer for the first shower and locking eyes with a common euphoria they all share, while here I am lamenting within my own cathedral of despair.
You see, I have lived amongst bits and pieces some broken, some unbroken, but I have strived to adapt to and nurture my surroundings. And now shivering and covered with trinkets of chilly cold, bereft of tiny treasures, I grieve, watching from high above, while everyone around me is over-flowing with love.
But hey you know what I would not quit just yet, no matter how small I am. I will shrug the cold needles pinning my wings, seek warmth from will within and draw courage to reach the crest. I will weep no more, as a tiny sparrow with a fallen nest.
