The Healer

Are you a healer, i asked Rain, as i finished writing this poem, looking at the rain-drenched trees from my window
and the unending dripping from above.
It does not say a thing...
But, yes, a natural healer never announce it's identity.

Its sound
Its touch
Everything is so soothing
Like a single balm to my thousand wounds...
May be for a while.

And the fairy world it creates
As it hssssssses ...
the whole world becomes benumbed with its defreaning sounds of cloud-roaring - magic!

People are silent
And Rain sings
It's ancient lores...
It never fails -works always to the heart awaiting a sky travel...
It takes me higher without a space-craft...
To the fairylands that are yet to be discovered and be lived...

Same space
Same environment
Same locality
And the same part of the earth transforms...
To a land of magic!
And a spirit whispers-
Now anything can happen !!

**The healer**