The Friendly Dream. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

I slept in night with a snore
There I wandered in a dream of rains
The rains and its mystical sounds
Calling me be happy and cool tonight
The summer will go and I will conquer
All over the land to make good
To help all and make it green
The plants, and fields with rainwater
The rain was a expectation and now real
I thought and slept in soundness in bed
When the ceiling fan stopped untimely
Then I understood it was not rain
The rain was only a dream that in my sleep
A cherished wish but not coming nearby
The temperature rose in my room
The sleep is disturbed and mind wandered
When will my dream will be a reality
I hope you my dear rain and come nearby.