Strange Moods Of Rain – The Earth Calls Poem by Angelina Pandian

The earth looks longingly
With parched lips
Dry and dusty
The heat inside
Magma boiling
Within without
The many follies of men
She longs for true love
Having been exploited long
Her children trees
Felled by men for greed
She looks up to her love
Questioning the clouds
Sailing in silence
'Have you forsaken me?
My dear, my own, my rain?
Take pity on me, she pleads
Come take me in the arms
Of your gentle drizzle
Fill me with your storm
I wait for you endlessly
She calls plaintively.'