stop and stare

Standing by the window, looking at the rains
the thunder as always making its presence felt
i strain to catch that elusive smell of the parched earth
thirstily lapping up every last drop of precious water

all that green, symbolic of eternity and vitality
the graceful dance of a vain peacock
myriad sounds of splashing and gurgling
a sereneness that stifles boundless energy

the sunlight streaming through forbidden gaps in the clouds
playing with the rain, a palette of lovely colors
a drenched bird, solitary, nestled amidst those branches
ruffling its feathers, swaying to dodge the drops falling on its head.

i remain seated, motionless at my window
vibrant life painted against a backdrop of complete silence
devoid of any confusion, hurt or suffering
now i know why i stopped, even if just, to stare.