It Was Raining Last Night. Poem by Tajudeen Shah

It Was Raining Last Night.

Rating: 5.0

I sit gazing at the bruised branches
Of trees that wall my humble thatch.
Leaves dead and green lament over
The tender mango sprouts, who
Challenged the wild summer rain;
A spill of pale cake granules.
Pale hairy roots of young trees,
A shattered sparrow’s nest,
The stooping branch of a guava,
Fruits-laden, all reminder specimens! .
Blessed basil leaves bear tiny
Silver pearls, clean and pure;
Proclamation of a nocturnal rain
That sets the morn’s golden glory.

Valsa George 15 October 2013

The night's rain that washed the leaves into sparkling green and the tiny silver pearls on the blades of leaves and grass proclaiming the golden glory of the morning- all give a fresh, clean and cool start to another day of new promises and challenges! A beautiful poem.... so soothing! A 10 for this sweet write! !

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Xelam Kan™ 13 October 2013

Great, a wordsworthian style.... And u know it was raining last night with thunderstorms and today's morn is cold, quiet and fresh as u versed in ur poem.

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Gajanan Mishra 13 October 2013

proclamation of nocturnal rain, good write, thanks.

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