Cloud Burst Poem by Valsa George
Cloud Burst
As a bolt from the blue, all over me,
I felt a thousand tiny needle pricks
The clouds above had burst
Leaving me soaked in rain
The squealing of gale echoed in the air
Trails of lightning sig sagged across the sky
The resonating rumble of thunder fell in my ears
I thought the dome of heaven was falling down
Water dripped down through boughs
Cascaded through roofs and gutters
In minutes, the ditches were filled
And the hollows turned into muddy pools
Under my feet tiny rivulets flowed
A roaring storm drowned all other sounds
On the closed shutters and window panes
Raging wind lashed again and again
I ran to the shelter of a dilapidated building
Its unhinged windows kept drumming fierce
Its shaky walls shivered with every gust
I feared its roof might come down anytime
For about an hour, like a fierce Maenad
Nature played a violent ‘Tandava'
Uprooting trees and pulling down trussed roofs
Avenging man's cruel assault on her
When the ire spent and anger given vent
The fury and the flurry subsided
The downpour stopped, everything fell silent
And the rain withdrew into its abode
I think you are speaking about cyclonic storm hudhud building over Bay of bengal, the effects are being felt on coastal areas, vivid imagery of a rainy storm, this is how exactly the picture is during cyclones, thanks for sharing :)
Environment plays its role, if you would have witnessed the same rains in your safe and sound house the story might have been different but it was your fate to face this frightening experience and write a very well described poem on this terror of stormy rains.
excellent imagery to capture Nature's wrath against mindless human interference.
I was do drawn into this storm by your vivid descriptions I felt in danger until the storm came to an end. I loved the build up with hollows being filled, and rivulets under your feet, leading to a fearful storm. You take us on an emotional roller coaster. Thank you for leaving us with the calm after the storm.
beautiful poem..... thought the dome of heaven was falling down....nice
You brought the Dionysiac violence of the Maenad and the Hindu violence of Shiva's dance both into the poem of the MONSOON, and they do speak to each other eloquently of cosmic forces that dwarf us humans. Even without the presence of the divine powers the sheer natural forces unleashed suddenly by the monsoon rains was frightening. And to think you were narrating the downpour as it happened was startling. This is a great poem in the category of Humanity versus Nature.
a wonderful picturisation through words....................loved the rivulets and spent up fury that drenched and revived your poetic vision................
Beautifully written with such dramatic lines that describe the storm in all it's fury unleashed! Thank you so much Valsa for your congrats and comment on my poem 'The Essence Is You'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Hud Hud has devastated many areas of Visakhapatnam and Vijayanagaram in South India. Loss of lives has been so far minimum thanks to the efforts made by the Govt machinery headed by the active Chief Ministers of AP and Orissa and the result of timely warning....Even now the Hud Hud is moving in progress and the people of the affected are moving towards safer places.. Nature has it ways ever since.... Cyclones are not instances of revenge of any kind. It originates only in the upper part of the Bay of Bengal and its destinations are Southern Bangladesh or the states of West Bengal, Odisha or Andhra Pradesh in India. Cyclones have a history of hitting the coastal regions of even the land uninhabited.. 65 Million years ago all the huge reptiles were obliterated in an asteroid strike, none knew... In BC 1,20000 incessant rains and subsequent floods took away the life of 30 percent of human beings in Euro Asia - none knew how to escape.. Between BC 700 and AD 1600 alone 6.7 lakh people perished in the fury of nature.... Now we die less in number and that is transition in the quality of life.. Anyway washed away or drawn into by no waves ever, Remain there Valsa madam to share your feel Of incorrigible nature in fury and fury While your God watches from a safer world of fine material.... A contextual poem that speaks about man and nature OR their sweet quarrels!