Valsa George

On A Wet July Morn - Poem by Valsa George

It had rained all night
And drenched the land outright
Leaving puddles and pools,
Here, there and everywhere.
But the morning saw
The sun blazing ever more bright.

I watched the water
Flowing silently away
With no ostentation
Along channels, furrows and waterways
Cavities, crevices and culverts
And through ditches and drains.
What little remained,
Seeped down unnoticed
Through innumerable pores unseen.

As prisoners from narrow cells
Suddenly released into boundless space
Or troops from a garrison
On a spurt of fresh attack
The children shut indoors
Came out in gangs
To romp, jump and play.
Unmindful of anything,
They soon lost in a wave of giggles.

But how sudden was the change!
The sky over cast with dark clouds
Fired out like a water cannon.
Once more the rain,
Cascaded down with greater vengeance
Each drop weighing gallons
And the silver needles pricking deep
Making the children flee
In directions all round
Like autumn leaves
Scattered by the wind!

The rain continued to pour
Inundating the low lying lands

Oh! Mother Nature
How erratic are your moods
How unpredictable
How like a child throwing tantrums
And how quickly appeased!

Comments about On A Wet July Morn by Valsa George

  • (1/2/2015 12:21:00 PM)

    Again the finest piece on nature.....Valsa.....nature comes alive when you compose anything on her.......10 (Report) Reply

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  • Akhtar Jawad (11/24/2014 10:21:00 PM)

    Nature changes according to the mood of man and mood of man changes with the nature. A beautiful poem. (Report) Reply

  • Heather Wilkins (7/1/2013 5:10:00 PM)

    Nature has many moods and changes. nice write (Report) Reply

  • (6/25/2013 2:52:00 AM)

    Nature is a benefaction: Nature is a ruination- A splendid poem Valsa! (Report) Reply

  • Aftab Alam Khursheed (6/24/2013 8:28:00 AM)

    Nature a boon and a curse too through cloud I have seen death through the rain and rain that eases most of the time ... nature that nurtures can kill also nice poem to read (Report) Reply

  • (6/24/2013 4:40:00 AM)

    A lovely poem and homage to nature and her moods and seasons. The first 2 stanzas were my favourite for imagery and tight rhyming scheme. (Report) Reply

  • Valerie Dohren (6/22/2013 5:38:00 PM)

    Wonderful rain poem - we get more than our share here in GB, so I know just what you mean! ! (Report) Reply

  • Somanathan Iyer (6/22/2013 10:55:00 AM)

    wonderful wordings on nature. very well narrated. 'like autumn leaves scattered by winds' amazing. (Report) Reply

  • Dinesh Nair (6/22/2013 10:47:00 AM)

    Let the moods of the unpredictable nature entice us
    And let these lines pour in the threads of a rain very dear....

    Where poetry is the music of hope,
    You may sing it madam, Valsa...
    (Report) Reply

  • Unwritten Soul (6/22/2013 9:45:00 AM)

    I feel green always around when i started new line of this cool and fresh_Soul (Report) Reply

  • David Wood (6/22/2013 5:48:00 AM)

    Oh! Mother Nature How erratic are your moods. How true this is, a lovely poem Valsa as always. (Report) Reply

  • Nasarudheen Parameswaran (6/21/2013 1:24:00 PM)

    We know the reward of sin is death.Every action has its equal and opposite reaction(Cause and effect) catastrophe on land and the Sea is made by human hands, tells Qur'an.No proper covering by vegetation on high lands and no better drainage system in cities which make flood. Good narration of the day. (Report) Reply

  • Tirupathi Chandrupatla (6/21/2013 9:21:00 AM)

    Unpredictable Mother Nature - we need everything moderate and things happen in extremes. You describe nicely as child throwing tantrums in a beautiful poem. Please also read my poem 'Mother Earth' which has some complementing thoughts. Thank you. (Report) Reply

  • Shahzia Batool (6/21/2013 1:06:00 AM)

    So intimidating are the mood-swings of this unpredictable mother nature, the hands that pray for rain, again pray to God to have mercy and stop the rain, ... sometimes nature discriminates too according to the prevalent class-distinction, when it rains some fry gram-drops, and take swings and some hold wipers in hands, praying that the top might not fall on their heads...the poem speaks for itself! (Report) Reply

  • (6/20/2013 7:45:00 AM)

    a tribute to rain god, , if one wishes to appreciate this poem one must see how it rains in kerala.bengal, mumbai, odisha: beautiful images of rains, (Report) Reply

  • (6/20/2013 7:22:00 AM)

    Great take on nature my friend. (Report) Reply

  • (6/20/2013 1:52:00 AM)

    Beautiful write Valsa. Nature and children become one in their tantrums. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, June 20, 2013

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