Pelting Pouring by Sujash Purna |micropoetry| #thesideshow

Pelting Pouring

Rain, cats and dogs, rain,
I learned when to say what
Or did I really?

I pelt my words with bad timings,
As if catapulting meteors
In some vast bald-headed sky.

Technicalities and good sounds
Only in the wrong time
Hurt me back in gravity.

I pledge myself to be the reservoir,
A tank of names, of actions,
Of people, of feelings,

But there are certain choices
When a certain time like a red beeping noise
Bursts in and I blank out

With pelting pouring
Lack of words, filling in
Cavities of quietude

Gravity zooms in on me, landing
Heavily, in droplets, in globs
Rain, rain, cats and dogs.