Delightful Rain Poem by Vishnu Sampoorn

Trees dance, the Wind whistles
Happy days are here again
Rain fills the Earth's vessels
With it flows away our pain

We hear the Sky grumble,
to the clouds, he does complain
Why did they, to her crumble,
He won't listen, if they explain
They say, 'it was her desire,
To meet her mother, so long now
Seeing her winsome form, O sire,
We could've forbade her, How? '

The Sky felt bad, feeling lonely
Later, he didn't mind this pain
Everyone was joyed, he did see
He was happy to find this gain