Rain Poem by sharmila Ranade

When it fails to wet my eyes

and drain away the eternal pain

That rain ought not to be mine

Which pours down just in vain…





When it fails to touch my memories

Does not take me to the good old days

That rain ought not to be mine

Which pours down just in vain…



But, when it brings me back to my home

Takes me to the places I have ever known

That rain means so much more

Which brings the past close to my door….