The dark clouds couldn’t hold any more
They broke open and rains pour in
While the clouds drift away for their inflated ego
The rain’s humility blesses all.
The parched earth with its sagging figures
Renews its energies and welcomes the gentle rain.
The pouring rain removes the scorching heat
Once again planting the seeds of a new and fresh life.
The child in me goes back to bygone days
When rains meant unlimited and unrestrained fun,
The paper boat, the muddy puddle and the power-cuts
The saline waters trickle down my cheeks!
The adult me fails to break the fetters
Looking at the rain from the window pane
Again with tears rolling down from pain and anguish
Such a difference yet so much same!
When the rain loses its patience it seethes
I, too, seem to lose my patience and grace
May be I’ll become a nightmare now
And pose a threat to those ruthless men!