Pleasures Of Predicament

Taking refuge
In a mall,
Held hostage
By ravenous rainfall;
There's an urge
To splurge
On Impulse;
I walk alone
As the
Misty shower
Teases me
With a sudden
Burst of
Soaking emotion
Winking at
My predicament;
I smile back
Slowing down
Urgency,
Determined
To savour the
Laid back pleasure.

A bird was screaming
Wondering aloud
Worried for
The little ones,
Searching frantically...
A bit of dryness
For the night.

Any attempt
To grab a piece
Of a cloud
In your hands
Is futile;
Enjoy
What you have
Hoping feverishly
That each time
You drench
In merry making,
There's a Home
To go to.