In the midst of pouring rain, he'd depart,
A father's absence, a heavy heart.
Waiting by the window, son and wife in despair,
Hopeful that he'd return, but it was a solemn affair.
The night grew darker, the rain unrelenting,
Inside, a storm of emotions, truly tormenting.
An inner voice whispered, a feeling of dread,
As the hours passed by, they feared what lay ahead.
At midnight, determined, the son took his stand,
To find his father, extend a helping hand.
But the search yielded no clues or leads,
Only worry and fear, like a garden of weeds.
Morning broke with tragic news in tow,
His father's lifeless body, a grievous blow.
A loving father, now forever gone,
Leaving a void, aching from dusk until dawn.
In a photo frame, he wished to see his face,
A comforting presence, a loving embrace.
To watch grandchildren play, his laughter's refrain,
But alas, he'd never return with the rain.
Raindrops fall, a love mixed with pain,
For it took his father, this watery bane.
A son, torn between love and despair,
In the rain's embrace, a heartfelt prayer.
Poem by jaspal singh ganje
