Drizzle

By Shivani Sharma

Saturday morning of July

Sitting by my window

I watch the drizzle outside

Trying to feel it again

I hear it-the rain.

Its soft and slow

Still not ready to make a show

I wonder- is it the sound of a broken heart? The fervor lost a while ago

Or a shy, cautious new start?

Not sure, contemplating though.

May be it will come with full force

If not today then tomorrow

One way or the other

Bringing joy or sorrow

I see myself- with neither a smile nor a tear

What is it that i am trying to hear?

Like this rain, am I waiting too?

For a answer that is more clear.

By Shivani Sharma