The Drizzle

Time when the nature speaks,
Attention of mankind it seeks.
Tries to make you understand,
As drops of knowledge lands,
On the stubborn hearts of men,
Which softens, only for seconds ten.
the sweet sound of the drops,
Soothing smell of the mud soft,
Tries to make his heart sway
And of course he wants to stay
But he knows its just ten seconds,
Ten seconds
to feel
Ten seconds
to be drowned
Ten seconds
to smell and listen
Ten seconds
to live
Because he has to go back
Arranging the same old rack
With responsibility and expectation
Goes back to handling the situation
Mending his life with a blunt chisel
But will always remember the drizzle