Buried under the earth
They need you, to give birth
To new seedlings
Natures worthy offerings
They can’t eye
The pregnant sky
They can only pray
Unless you come down on earth
Seeds of time shall stay
Slowly as your drops kiss
The heart of heated earth
In her womb, shall germinate
The cause of human mirth
The sound of rain on the roof is very soothing to the poetic soul. Lovely write... Warm regards, Sandra
Cute...rain drops to the hidden seeds are like sweet kheer in terra-cotta bowl...a poem with first-rain-fragrance
beautifull. how exactly you had said of the seeds prayer.i enjoyed reading this poem surya
Like your imagination on this one. I'm a fan of rain, sound and cleansing it gives.
Great thought put into this poem Nikunj and I liked your concept in that it is highly original and your imagination has worked wonders. Well done! Karin Anderson
An extraordinary rain prayer. Beautifully written. Kind regards, Sandra
a beautiful welcome to rain which starts life here....10
By now the pregnant sky ought to have delivered its burden.....but economic despair might yet loom in the future if the 'burden' is not big enough. Lets pray. Cheers. Subroto
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a good poem on rain gentle and meaningful 'the cause of human mirth' I prefer ' singing in the rain ' 10 from me+++++ regards