After The Downpour Poem by Reema Kawatra

The rays of the sun are bleak,
I barely feel them on my face,
Following the rains that lashed my abode,
Sombre spirits brought in its wake.

Yesterday the sky was leaden and thick,
Lightening slitting the overcasts apart,
Thundering bellowed on feeble beings,
Storming the town's ramparts.

The rain came pelting down,
Along came the hail,
Drummed the roof all night,
Thrashing like a flail.

Walking on the edge of this stream,
That now flows swift but slender,
Bending into the limits of quaint countryside,
I see till my sight surrenders.

Strained from the canopy of dark green foliation,
The golden flecks of light, they shine,
Descending on the grassy furcation,
Of the twisted ivy twines.

Sits atop a battered violet,
Are gentle drops of dew,
They sparkle like rare diamonds,
Falling as I watch, bidding them adieu.

Wafting through the wilting grass,
And dense on the boundary,
The balsam exudes woody scents,
The violets sweet and powdery.

The gray clouds still splotch the sky,
I wait in glum till they roar,
The dampness does me no good,
I turn in and close the door.