The Song Of A Rain Drop Poem by Valsa George
The Song Of A Rain Drop
I am a rain drop flopped down from the clouds
I could have landed in a river or the sea
Then merging with the rising and receding tides
I would have been washed down into oblivion
Or could have fallen from the heights
Into a desolate dreary desert
Amid the blistering granules of sand
To be absorbed into nothingness
Chance was there to have fallen on a rock
Lying scorched in the heat of the mid day sun
Then I would have vanished into thin air
Evaporating into non existence
I could have also fallen into a muddy puddle
Or perhaps into a filthy drainage
To be contaminated with the sewage
Or be the breeding ground of worms and bugs
But fortunately for me
I happened to fall into fecund soil
Where there lay in wait a few seeds
Hankering for the cool touch of moisture
With arid souls, desperately thirsting for water,
They sucked the molecules within me.
As their dry kernel got soaked and puffed,
Slowly they sprouted and grew into life.
Absorbing again the drops that came after me
They, into towering trees eventually grew
Some touching heaven's azure heights
And giving shade and shelter to many
Now as I see them crested with flowers
And bearing clusters of luscious fruits
I feel I am there in each leaf and bud
With my essence flowing through every vein!
As a teacher, what more is needed for me
To feel contented in life?
A teacher facilitates seeds to grow. A teacher sows seeds of learning. Beautifully put in the poem through a falling rain drop.
I feel I am there in each leaf and bud With my essence flowing through every vein! Loved the lines. Nothing could be more satisfying than that.
Beautiful poem written from a teacher's point of me. It is also true our stories are like rain drops too shaped and advanced by unknown hands as well as by our own workings and essential traits. Enjoyed very much. Can't read the Urdu script but the original poem must be a beauty in its sounds.
You are the drop of water that nourished me in my journey through this site. A beautiful poem that delights.Thanks Valsa
For me you are an open umbrella under which I get comfort and shade! Your ever encouraging words carry me a long way in striving for better performance! Thank you Loke!
I love how you were able to compare the work of a rain drop to that of a teacher who can help grow beautiful and powerful minds. Minds that will lead a new generation. There are so many possibilites and places for the raindrop to fall...but to find that fecund soil is a true gift. Thanks for sharing Valsa.
well, I rarely think in terms of ………….what do you call them? …hmm, similes, metaphors, using “those things”. call it unliteralism? ? and I was not doing that with your poem until the last two lines. ok, I get it, but I liked the story better when interpreted literally, as drops of rain ending up in different places. of course each drop of water which does not land to nourish seeds still has a chance at a later date, though maybe each drop will be composed of different water molecules than the first drops? ? ? I never thought of that before. either way, I like the poem a lot and send it to MyPoemList. bri :)
Wow. This was an awazing read. The way the suspence broke was fantastic. and what is more beautiful is its flow and ability to stick you to the end. lovely.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/4/2025 10:52:19 PM # 1.0.0
A very touching poem ma'am. very inspiring for a rookie like me.