Clouds have already started drumming,
Sky is aglow with crimson light;
Strands of rain drops hang in the air,
Making the most magnificent sight;
Please leave your smoky den,
Come out; let us dance in the rain.
Frogs are croaking in the puddles, beating
Water with their tiny paws;
Agile worms writhe out of holes, upon
Swinging grass they cautiously lodge;
Please leave your smoky den,
In the rain, let us play like children.
Trees are swinging round and round,
Shaking buds from the fronds;
Shaking rain from their bodies, with
Sticky hooves cattle run down the mounds;
Please leave your smoky den,
Hold the face up and get lashed by rain.
Droplets run down from tip of leaves,
Getting soaked, petals droop low;
With clouds changing colours from brown
To dark, the sky displays a majestic show;
Please leave your smoky den,
Hand in hand, come, dance in monsoon rain.
Cool drops slide down the face,
From chin they fall in twisting rills;
Applause from the valley fills the air,
As flitting clouds smash against stoic hills;
Please come out from your musty den,
Let us play, sing and dance in monsoon rain.
I too love the rain and love to dance do leave your den and let us also dance but I can't say romance
A wonderfully penned poem on rain.With beautiful word rhythms the poem brings the feel of rain dance. Trees are swinging round and round, Shaking buds from the fronds; Shaking rain from their bodies, with Sticky hooves cattle run down the mounds; Please leave your smoky den, Hold the face up and get lashed by rain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Trees are dancing and swinging with rain...wonderful imaginary. Fantastic expression. It is a beautiful poem on rain really. Thanks for sharing....10
Honored. Thanks very much Sir.