It gurgles and snaps
It soothes it slaps
The drops can be embalming the drops can be tender
They can sear your soul, they can leave you asunder
The rain depicts joy
Makes many a brides coy
It washes away your tears and sorrow
You look forward to a new ‘morrow
The glassy drops
Drop on your face, Plop!
You can’t stop rejoicing and singing
Dancing in the rain,
Forgetting all pain!!
But the dark clouds can scare
The harrowed they don’t spare
It can bring disaster and despair
It can destruct beyond repair
The poor farmer who was waiting for a tractor
To get his loads from his field to a shelter
The lonely child who doesn’t have a father
No one to hold him no one to smother
Who should they run to with delight?
On hearing the thunderclaps that excite and fright
The old man’s hut which was made of wood and mud
The roof came down in the rain with a thud
Where will he sleep tonight?
Is there a streak of joy in his plight?
But someone somewhere is happy
For she loves the rain
Who can be in pain,
When the soothing drops have the capacity
To bring such respite from all malady??
It drives away the boredom
It clears the humdrum
The earth looks satiated
The world looks new
The rain is a blessing and it is true….true??