a drop of tragedy
one lonely raindrop
detaches from the belly
of a ponderous
old fluffy grey elephant
and tumbles down on a journey
through heavy air.
a transparent
orphan pearl almost,
its sides glint
with inverted reflections
of the rushing landscape
deep down below.
glassy outsides swirl
with stolen watercolours
violently mixing about
in the whooshing air,
furiously getting ready
to meet a brilliant death.
churning insides
shake incoherently,
as it screams silent
to respect the greedy
suck of miss gravity.
a pristine birth
among the skies,
sired by thunder and lightning
it has but a few moments
to dream about everything
time has to offer.
crashing through
thick blankety layers
of humid pre-monsoon
and yellow summer dust,
the blistering story
of its abundantly swift life
amplifies the drone
of an impending kill.
a few gasping seconds
before it shatters
into a glorious explosion
of little prismatic droplets,
mother nature thinks
that it's tragically fitting
that the raindrop
looks like a lonesome
tear
dro
p.
A stunning write, with every dimension of the raindrop given the prathap polish until it gleams with 'stolen water colours' and ends in a 'glorious explosion'. Wonderful! :)
Brilliant! You have such an eye for detail and every way you describe the raindrop is instantly recognizable though seldom put into words. I love your inverted reflections and stolen watercolours.