Sound of Raindrops

Imagine
For once
The sound
Of raindrops,
Falling across
Your window pane,
Or on the perched earth,
On the pebbled path,
On the brick wall
Standing forlorn
Beyond your house,
Or on the shrubs and bushes
On the stretched out
Branches and half bloomed flowers
With slowly opening petals
With an eagerness
Of a shy maiden,
To see the world about.

Imagine,
For its too tiny a sound,
To make way
Through
The daily tantrum,
The bustling voices,
The jostling inner thoughts,
The humdrum
That clogs about your ears.

Just imagine
That you are
Hearing it
All at once,
At this moment...

Perhaps-they are
Not too far...