Rain Rain Rain,
Up above from the skies
Youu come,
As drops of joy
As drops of sorrow
As a shower of blessing from the heavens.
Rain Rain Rain,
Pitter patter pitter patter
on the window panes,
thunder and lightning fill up the skies
creating an orchestral symphony.
Rain Rain Rain,
With wind, sun and clouds,
seven colors you bring together
and joy in our hearts.
Rain Rain Rain
A miracle to a drought
A curse when in glut,
tiny silver crystals trickles from up above.
I liked your metaphors. It was well written and had a musical quality.
This is lovely, Anoop. It has a good structure, with its repetition and shape. 'Seven colours you bring together' is lovely, as is 'tiny silver crystals trickle from above.' fondly, Alison
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Miracle lines!