It rained all night,
with all its might.
Rain we heard and rain
was in sight.
Damp and cold and dark
everywhere;
Not a ray of sun, for
light and care.
The sky overcast with
thick and thunderous cloud.
The grey spirit,
weeping and wailing aloud;
Roared and growled and
thoroughly spent.
It came, it cried and
away it went …
Void, empty, and
drained.
Oh! Last night it
rained …
Impregnating all with
seeds of life;
With the zeal and
zest, fresh after strife.
Leaving behind the
rustling leaves,
The glistening greens,
the cold and biting breeze.
Cleansed everything
that it could;
Mind, body and soul as
it should.
New, fresh and aglow,
all seems to be again.
Heralding new
beginnings, lo! Here comes the rain.
well written....beautiful composition..njoyed readin it :)
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful poem. I live in the desert, so we don't get much rain. It's always such a welcome thing here :) I appreciate your recent comments on my blogs. Your English is so good! I wish I'd learned more than one language when I was growing up. I'd love to read more about your life and family there.
ReplyDeleteHave a wonderful week!
Blessings,
Marcia
Thank you Aditi, I am so glad you enjoyed yourself.
ReplyDeleteThank you Marcia, I am so humbled by your compliments.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem...
ReplyDeleteThank you Rashmi :)
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