The Sorrow of Waiting

by Mukesh Williams

It began with a drizzle,
This slow effortless wish
To intimidate the moment,
Arrest it and mold it
Into some manageable shape.

Then everything
Went out of control.
It stormed and lashed
Uprooting the trees,
Destroying the houses.

Now the rain drips
Into the dark bowl of the night
Marking the sorrow of waiting-
More acceptable like a
Well-thought out resolution.

08-Jul-2007

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