Salt of Rain

In more ways than one, we relate ourselves
to the nature’s blessing on us – ‘the rain’.

Senses,
like a pouring pale rain,
tip upon our wits
as the beat of a wild hymn, to chant a jingle,
so gentle.

And when the chanting is done
the moist of its drops preserve for us
the salt of love they conceive from rain

with a peppery mix of passion and pain.

And for all those
who silently keep the right question;
the question itself is the right answer.