This day of the monsoon season with no rains at all
Looks not like a bright summer day either but dull
Like a sorrowful day with mosquitoes mourning the death
Of man's every drop of blood with their biting song
Tomorrow a change might come and it may pour with mirth
Whereat my heart 'll sit to sing the happy rainy day song
Thanking the freshening rain for killing the sorrow dull
Wishing every day and morrow the bestest of the best all
Here in my place, it is evening. It rains thunderstorm. You need not go out. Just relax over a cup of hot tea and a few cookies. Enjoyed your piece
Change is the essence of life. I can relate to this poem as I am waiting to sing with you the rain song.
Rain brings peace and comfort after summer. Nicely inked. Thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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The words of the poetess like the will of a thirsty hornbill who has been waiting for the rainy season reflects the despair on the rain that stops raining quite unexpectedly. Beautiful