Rain

Written in 2007 madras monsoon time:

Today, the skies opened up.
One moment, there was nothing,
And the next, storming us unawares -
A thick curtain of movement.

Torrents and torrents of water,
Beating upon my world
And washing it new.
Washing away all longing, all fear, all want.
My spirit, the spirit of the water, all one.
Now glistening on the leaves,
Now gushing by the side of the tar road,
Now crashing on the roof,
Now streaming down the stairway.

I am the wind howling,
I am the thunder rumbling,
I am the lightening -

For a breathless while, boundaries were hazy:
where did God stop? where water began -
where did water stop? where I began.