The Window Pane

I opened the window

tightly jammed few days ago

found there is still darkness outside,

like the feelings that is rolling inside

Suddenly there was a heavy rain

that thrashed my window pane

making it all wet

as if it will make me forget

that the pane was locked for a long

taking all those rust away

giving the feelings a new way

                                                    

I kept on thinking

"Is it monsoon; that's why it's raining?"

"No, it's not.

Even the nature has forgot;

it's own rule,

when to go dry and when to turn blue."

"Is it the fault of nature?

Or, I am boasting thinking I am better?"

"Yeah, the later one is correct.

Wait, I must insurrect.

I am just a subject,

who  has no right to object;

the rules of nature,

it's mobile feature

I have to understand

I can't close the window pane

simply because, now there is rain

or, I am on pain

The rain will pause soon

The sun too will loom

May be winter will arrive

Trees may go dry

I am just a beholder

who can simply open the folder

of the window

and see the scene

outside the building

But,

It's my choice

whether or not to rejoice

whether to dance on rain

or sit in darkness closing the window pane.

Here, 

I once again open my window

now to behold the dryness,

let the wind blow.

And one day again

the weather will  change

and I can enjoy the beauty once again.