The First Shower Poem by Anand Vijaykumar

The shining sun
With all its might,
Bearing harshly
Without respite,
All upon
the earthly plains
So full of yearning
For the season’s first rain.

That parched land
So dried and tanned
May umpteen prayers
Make and send
But none can tell
How or when
The mighty rain showers
Will choose to descend

At long last
It so happens
Black advancing clouds
So threaten
That the azure skies
With the blazing sun
Are forced to make way
And let dullness grip day.

When at last the heavens pour,
Embracing all of nature’s floor
The dampened earth
Can no more
Resist the urge
Or the lure
And every grass and flower springs
To every heart a song it brings.

At the first showers
The spirit soars
Smiling faces in galore
Let joyous welcome in merriment pour
And even the gulmohur
Can’t help but spread –
A carpet of flowers
In resplendent red!