I was challenged by pranabaxom to write a ghazal, which neither of us has done in a while. Here’s mine.
On moonless nights, I hear the pounding rain,
Sleep flees beneath the hooves of pounding rain.
When dawn breaks with pale light, it casts a glow,
Pearl beauty through veils of astounding rain.
The empty day is long and incomplete,
Our sunny bench drenched in rebounding rain.
Sad trees drip on the path of your return,
Watery blurs in the surrounding rain.
I strain to hear your step upon the path,
The only sound is this confounding rain.
Will you bring calm before night falls again,
Or dogged will I be by the hounding rain?