When you hear the skies rumbles,
When a sweet fragrance fills the winds
Step out..
Raise your chin, feel your breath
sum the clouds and sway the ninenth,
Silver liquid drops into your moistened eyes
will wash away downpours of the last night
the morning later,
meet your wandering soul
drenched, quenched and settled,
as glass pearls on foliole.
The meaning contained in the poem is good. But I couldn’t get the expression ‘sway the ninenth’. Is it an idiom?
Thank you for your comment.
Even as we are elated being on the “cloud nine” our doubts and fears pull us down. Count the clouds , swaying the nine-nth, to drench in it…