Young Drops Of Rain! ! Poem by Srikanth Naidu Meni

As the Sun hides into the clouds,
the curtains raise for a beautiful show,
the sound of the thunder, scary it should be,
felt like a musical note for a pleasing mellow...

Young drops of rain fall from up above,
and the thirsty earth greets them gleefully,
greedy were the trees, greedy were the rocks,
as they grab the luscious splatter playfully...

Meaningless was the show, until she had arrived,
like the last stroke of brush on a canvas painting,
The horizon at the far end, blended into one,
and the nature smiled as it was worth the waiting...

Unbridled and free, she ran amidst the lush green,
reminding me and the world of a long lost inspiration,
she danced and sprung until the joy came up to her,
sometimes obvious under my youthful admiration...

Ola! , I thought, watching her mirthful rapture,
an elegance that left it's mark all over the place,
as she spread her allure into this obstinate world,
the obscure melancholy faded away unworthy of her grace...

Sluggish and tired, the heavenly rain retreated,
after having blessed a soul with a convivial boon,
curtains fell and what's left is a septet colored ring,
she carved a smile and wished the rain to come back soon...