Needles Of Rain Poem by lalitha iyer

I love to watch the sight of rain
sketching long lines in air
needles of water, distinct and clear
definite and sure what to do
no matter whoever hate it touch
and hurries up before it reaches dressed.

Rain is ringing in fertility in lives
birds love and date and court with monsoons
dipping in waters of ponds they delight
watching their jumps makes me punch.

How happy are those wanderers on sky
we with metallic wings sigh
but they with no nest of fixed rest
they float across the oceanic depths
watch how beautifully they glide along
their feathers fanning wide apart.

Rain brings in hungers
to eat, to sleep, to mate, to recreate
fresh ideas tumble down, free life erupts
drenched hearts are fertility's field
touch not those drops without touching me deep.