Rain Poem by Swila Bathool

Drip, drip down the pane
on the horse, on their mane
droplets of it, the plants gain
on the mountains, on the plane

Dew drops are every where
the smiling sapling, I see there
the birds dance with the mare
wiping the pane they do care

Splash! down they stamp
the blanket there is, it is damp
the elephant walks with a tramp
someone's busy cleansing the lamp

God’s Gift, it is the rain
they thank God, even the crane
Humans they say, they enjoy it again
but they carelessly let it drain