"If you will stay close to nature,to its simplicity,to the small things hardly noticeable,those things can unexpectedly become great and immeasureable."

Rilke's heartwarming words are a panacea for the melancholy of my throbbing heart.A poet's hunger and its sustenance since dim and distant has been borne by this refrain. But every breath knows that each drop that washes the sole domicile of human existence only rouses its apetite.

When this bird of passage shall cometh,

The tune the clock shall hummeth;

Is an ode to the blood and thunder.

God avert this unbound venture.

Antonymously,the outpouring current pertains a sense of utmost bliss and subsides the aflame hearts of cultivators after the sultry months of summer. it cools the burning soil and the rising petrichor is a euphoria of the soul. Days of rain provide a stained-glass landscape with details of images,colours and odour. It is like a pure work of a mellowed craftsman.

For a bird of the air shall carry the voice and that which hath wings shall tell the matter,

Such is the beauty of this blissful patter:

A fool's errand it is to look for origin,

May this bountiful malediction bless the fool,

And the teach the poet in vain the compulsion of a poem,a true de jure.