Furious sun at its peek
Hot winds drying its seek
Vegetation agonies to perish
For there’s no water to play n cherish
As all bad times comes to an end
Sheets of black clouds nosed from the sky’s bend
Within minutes to spare
It left no space bare
Peacocks danced in delight
Ducklings quacked in fright
As thunder n’ lightening witnessed
Pouring rains confessed
The climate became excitingly lull
And the streams strayed full
There was no more penury
But it was a state of luxury
Furious sun at its peek Hot winds drying its seek Vegetation agonies to perish For there’s no water to play n cherish .... love God rain, ..no comparision... just pray for early arrival....10 read mine rain delay....rain has come.... anywhere...butterflies around
the joy of the rain you have brought out very well...rain would be a permanent topic in poetry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very good imagery...........the poem makes me wonder when will it happen in delhi.........lol good one........