Rainy Season Though Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Rainy season, though,
No rain see.
The sun is laughing,
The wind is laughing,
The sky is clean.
No clouds,
The rainy season, though.

We are together,
Searching here,
Something else,
That we are not
Able to justify.
How helpless we are,
We are not able to
Protect ourselves.

Rain is
On its return journey.
Vast and profound, though.
The rain is returning
In empty handed,
Though, no can is there
To help it.

I have no word
To describe.
I have nothing
To give.
Yet, I am there,
Rain is not there, though.