Rainy Nights

I am a sucker for rainy nights
for I become invisible & unheard that time
like a long kept secret forgotten
like a blot of ink on a mighty canvas

I am like those zillion water dots
rubbed against the thumb of a child on a window
&
I am that one single bead of anticipation
on the brows of a virgin lover

I am the moist sadness
in the eyes of a mother

I am the happy gleam
dipped in nostalgia of a  decade old kinship

I am a many to catch
but a few to hold