Poems on Rain : ~ Its show-time ~
Poems on Rain : Its show-time
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A windy cloudy morning
Glossy leaves, fresh and lush
Branches swaying down and up
‘Welcome !’ Trees said to the wind
Which was gushing, rushing and passing through.
Trees and branches, catching the rhythm
Overwhelmed by the tune of the gentle breeze.
Leaves, sprinkling its charm everywhere
With its soothing musical treat.
A Party, thrown by the Nature
Time to rejoice, presence a must
Clouds also rushed,
Thou it was bloated and heavy.
‘I will make it more happening
More Memorable, more joyful
With a dash of my style’
Clouds were well determined.
Well, well, well !
Here is the rain !
Its drizzling, its pouring
Releasing, releiving my SELF
Drenching my heart completely
With the colours of the rainbow.
—XXX—-
~ A Blissful Shower~
Raindrops falling on my window panes,
Gentle, soothing, so rhythmic with different range.
It took me back to that dark night when I was waiting.
And longing to get a glimpse of you
Then, saw the charming face, the graceful walk.
You were coming closer, and it was raining cats and dogs.
My heartbeats accelerated, heart filled with pure joy
A smile on your face added more to my glow
Which was obviously bright
You came much closer, Our eyes met
And here we go ! we were lost in our own wonderland.
Lips were tight, but eyes did talk
Heart to heart and soul to soul
I questioned, you answered
You questioned, I answered
Without uttering a single word.
Only sound, the pitter- patter of rains,
Surrounded us for quite a long
Strong, cold Winds, flashes of lightening, all played their own tricks
But nothing could deter us, as we were completely soaked in bliss
And none of us really cared, for us, this world dissappeared.
Then came a sound of thunderstrom.
It brought me back from my dreamland.
From an unforgettable, blissful shower.
I heard the pitter-patter of rains.
Raindrops still falling on my window panes
Gentle, soothing, so rhythmic with different range.
–xxx–
