When she comes to me

 

She comes over as a gentle current

And then turns into a wild torrent

And sweeps me away

 

She wafts in as a puff of air

And becomes a fierce twister

Sucks me into its byway

 

She floats in like a butterfly

Then soars with me into the sky

And keeps the clouds at bay

 

She comes down as a meek shower

And turns to a heavy downpour

Drenches me all the way

 

She is a pretty little flower

That holds me tight as I go to her -

With her petals - into a hideaway

 

She is calm like the earth

But with me she quakes in mirth

Sending my world into disarray

 

 

Abhay B. Joshi