Stepping Out

~ a poem for the love of winter rains

It’s dead cold of a winter 
yet my heart springs in joy
too numb are my fingers to write
yet the gentle warmth of love
is eager to recite

I know these magical intricacies 
you know how when it rains in cold
mortals tuck themselves in bed
while the omniscient nature celebrates
the skies crying their heart out 
gloriously to the Divine
drizzling pouring tears of love
the mynas join in with their song
while the blue whistling thrushes forth

And I?
wrapped in my thick winter jacket 
out and about
smiling from ear to ear
for the love that showers upon me

I love You
O Mother Nature
You and Mother Divine are so alike
one the rain I often devour
other the snowfall I crave for.