Poetry - Rains

Here come the rains from the wildest of cloud,

Lightening the sky, thundering aloud.

Falling massively upon every passer by,

Blossoming like rains of blissful love, making the sky go sigh sigh.

Here comes the rain like a majestic folklore,

Descending on the pride and paths of every river shore.

Filling up marooned minds with hope, happiness and heavenly high

And Praying for trees, plants and birds, making even a fledgling fly fly.

Here comes the rain making the farms and fields submissive,

Breeding together the crops and paddy like an adhesive.

Seedlings corresponds quickly to every pour of rain, before the climate hastily whisk by,

Wringing and wrenching of the farmer goes deeper and deeper, before the Mother Nature leaves him dry dry.

Blessed are the ones who love and revere rains,

Which falls and pleases the senses from the deepest of veins.

While the pangs of pains and toil do innermost cry,

The longing of brains and the blessing of rains dance nigh nigh.