The ocean refuses no river..part 2

“The ocean refuses no river..” – so many interpretations come to mind, a sentence deeper than it looks, and having many possibilities, just like the water bodies it talks about.

What’s your interpretation?


Seasonal trophies


showering down

tiny explosions

as they hit the ground.


Kamikaze Rain drops,

dive bombing,

plummet onto land

bouncing back homewards.


The first few rows of soldiers

are chopped down,

No mercy.

The solar army hot

in its months-long momentum,

an angry shield of potent heat.


The battles continue

like they have since seasons many.

Now the Trees join in, an uprising,

and lakes begin swelling with energy,

the wind picks up and blows the heat away.


I’ll come back stronger, says the Sun,

to burn the trees, pull the water back,

strangle the breeze,

and reclaim my transparent, watery trophy.


Advantage, Rain.

Advantage, Rain.