Rain journey

It was a delightful evening

Blessed with chilly sweet rain

Neither too heavy nor too light

But we felt it gentle to walk through it

Waited for a late night train to hometown

As we missed the last early evening train

All the seats in the bogey were taken

We occupied the space near the door

As the train moved, I saw the drizzle

In the shade of lights on the track

Later, I noticed the rhythm of rain

Dancing in the arms of the gentle wind

Resembling a romantic ballroom dancing couple

But the speedy train separated them with its force

Turbulently without any truce towards their unison 

As the train breached the darkness and silence of night

I saw the dark clouds on the sky with the lights in the bogey

Though the chilly wind bothered us a bit, it was refreshing

We sat on the floor; we stood at times, choicelessly awake  

When others somehow slept despite the crunched space

I never watched rain that longer at late night before

I felt scared whenever train ran through the bridges

As I saw the burgeoned rivers and lakes with rainwater

More over I saw the fierceness of rain piercing the water

Like a ruthless warrior killing his opponent in battlefield

Rain showed the face of innocence when it oozed down

Through the roofs of houses or drenched trees along the track

When the train rested at the stations, I saw the glittering rain

Sprinkling colorfully as the overhead lightings reflected it

By the time, the train reached my hometown

The canvas for the rain changed from darkness

But it kept painting as if it found endless joy

Coloring the nature with its colors