The First Rain Poem by Gurleen kaur Narang
The First Rain
The first rain
Of the much awaited monsoon
Is pouring!
Its raining as heavily
As it can!
And the sound of thunder
Is like that of a cannonade.
And Under the huge shed
Of my school-canteen,
Standing all by myself,
I am wondering
Why the gardener is
Still watering the plants
Holding a pipe in his hand!
The first rain, thunder and its sounds, pouring down from the mighty heavens into my soul and i sense it outside and inside me. Beautiful poem and your innocence and sense of wonder in this poem attracted me. Thank you dear poetss. tony
Gurleen That's what gardeners do (including myself) Gardens are beautiful in the rain Keep writing these good poems Paul
Thanks for the encouragement and appreciating my work and I will definitely keep on writing!
That's a funny one, I like that. You have a good sense of humour.
I am happy you loved the poem and appreciated my work. Thanks so much!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 3:15:58 PM # 1.0.0.1119
gurleen, i like that you wrote this without trying to rhyme. this line resonates for me— the sound of thunder Is like that of a cannonade. and i wonder along with you about the gardener. if you're interested, i have a short poem, thunder over downtown denver. glen