Advent Of Rain Poem by Ravinder Kumar Soni

Suddenly
The spout had run dry.
‘Do not shed tears
They would not wet
The ground I stand on, '
Said the acacia tree
Sharpening its thorns
Branches rubbing another;
A rare rush of wind
Had brushed its sides
It can wait for the rains
To fall on the arid soil.

A drop and then two
Have fallen from above
The rains are here;
The grass and plants
Will sprout new leaves
Nature will smile with us;
There will be music and
Love in the air again,
Forgotten will be
The harsh weather
The bitter stares
And angry looks.