A Rainy Day Poem by Somali Mukherjee

Lo! The coconut tree is tossing its head,
Before the grey background,
When the soothing clouds
Are getting mound and mound.

Now, a cool storm
Is ready to blow;
I am in my balcony;
My cup of happiness does flow.

Thereafter, a mild breeze blows,
And it drizzles,
And I can hear the thunder roaring,
When the lightning dazzles.

The window-curtains are dancing
In great delight,
As the rain seems comforting,
From the blistering summer's twilight.

The exam-result is about to come out;
It is knocking at the door,
But, in this beautiful Nature of sprouts,
I am now ready to soar.

The dust gets washed away
By the heart-contenting rain,
And the blossoms, and the trees,
All tidy again.