The Boy, the Road and the Rain

You stir before the crack dawn

Waking up groggily at four in the morn

Your try to catch that extra sleep

Cause you feel too bored to hit the street

But then reluctantly make up your mind

So after the coffee is drunk

And you’ve taken a dump

You dress up, you lace up

And after some stretches and warm ups

You’re off at a comfortable pace

Cause you’re sore from legs day the day before

So you make a conscious effort

To ensure you run slow

And not look like a robot 

who has taken to the street

You feel  a drizzle on your face

Still you continue go at your own pace

Now the drizzle is a downpour

But still you continue to go

Letting the rain soak you to the bone

A solitary figure on the road

Before the break of dawn

The small little streamlets

Have turned to flowing streams

Your splash and you splosh

As you make dash through the rain

Trying to dodge the puddles

Or vehicles that splash they go by

Should your shoes soak in the water 

Wetting your socks

Leading to possible blisters 

But then the rain has a liberating feeling

Sets your spirit free

Unhiding all that was hidden

Like Mandakini’s wet saree

Your soaked clothes clings to your curves

Bringing forth a paunch

That you denied was ever there

But the rain sets your free

Letting all the pain that you feel

Act as fuel for you feet

Propelling you on, on that rainy morn

On the lighted but lonely street

Running to the beat of your heartbeat

And the patter of the rains

Like natures music  to your ears

Never letting you be lonely and alone 

It has way of wiping your tears

And hiding it from the world

So you are grateful for the rains

For keeping you cool, calm and relaxed 

Not letting you overheat

From the silly thoughts that you keep

Playing on and on in your mind

Letting you enjoy run

Setting your heart and spirit free

So you run and you run

To the point where you come

To the distance you wanted to cover

To the point where it all started

Grateful that you woke up that early morn

Before the day was even born

To take to the street

The boy, the rain and the road