Strange Moods Of Rain – It Is Drab And Dull Poem by Angelina Pandian

It is drab and dull
All around and about lies
A layer of dust that veils
The beauty of flowers
The freshness of leaves
The bees feel so dull
It is hot the sun
The butterflies too
Take rest beneath the leaf
It is drab and dull
The summer’s heat prolong
For gentle showers we long
The peacock looks up in vain
Searching for pitch dark clouds
The frogs they croak
For water to fill their pond
The grass is dry its luster lost
The meadows all lie forlorn
No gay flowers bedeck them
When will the monsoon come
Tell me friend, how soon
If I should keep away my books
Run to the brook and wait
It would take seconds two
If I should wait for blossoms
Of the Rain Tree
Flames of the forest’s heart
I would count the days till then
But, friend the wind it blows
It raises a furor, havoc
Still it is only noise
And not a dropp from the sky
In pity falls on my soul!