quiet as subdued children <br />we walked carefully in the rain <br />through the oak forest; <br />we shared an umbrella <br />and we were pensive <br />and mindful of the muddy path <br />and the puddles; <br />and we did not chatter like we do usually <br />and I reached out to hold her by the elbow <br />when she nearly slipped once or twice <br />and we reached home <br />and we muttered words <br />weak words <br />as to point to the dreary day; <br />and I slipped into the old ample chair <br />and she made a pot of tea <br />and we sipped, <br />and gradually conversed <br />our way into a more congenial mood; <br />and thus pass ordinary days in our lives <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />(This poem is inspired by the painting: ' Rain in an Oak Forest' by Ivan Shishkin)<br /><br />Raj Arumugam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rain-in-an-oak-forest/
