she puts her fragile hand over forhead, gazing with her ever dimming eyes... looked to the farthest horizon,looking for a sign of her son's return, A son gone long ago...
His mere sight brings joy to all...His touch blossomed the life again.....
Life looks bleak.. yet holding the last few breath waits his arrival, so yet again it can bloom and dance with joy...
The streams came to a stand still, rivers to halt...
birds don't sing any more, flowers don't smile, trees bared.
Children wait for his return... to play with him like they did before.
Son not delay any further.... else u come only to find...
many left their soul... just waiting for you...
Should have been here by now...never has eluded me like this before....
With the ever dimming eyes ... she looked at the fartherst horizon... for a sign,
A sign, of her son gone long ago. A son whom she called....................THE RAIN.
