It's the month of rain.
The drips will refresh
the tips of the trees
and leaves will bathe
And yell to get the
First drop of water
After the long scorching
Heat and unwanted dust.
There is no fire, no heat
To stop their delight.
Thanks for this beautiful poem which exhibits the eagerness of nature to welcome the first showers of rain after a gruelling summer season.
Such a sweet drop. Short and refreshing.
And the first rain drops will bring memories sweet Of those care free childhood days in retreat When bare foot we ran on puddles in glee Feeling so fresh, so good and so free.................. Madam, a truly well written poem of yours that evokes feeling in the reader
All excesses, even those in nature, are meant to be washed away. This is such a beautiful poem..
A poem that is refreshing...
Very nicely envisioned and presented. It cools the mind like the rain after summer. Enjoyed. Many thanks.
Thank you for encouraging me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
as a kid we'd sing rain, rain, go away come again another day we are in what appears to be a severe drought here your poem moistened my soul as always big hug to you dear one
Mr.No body after many days I felt you are here.Well, thanks for your lovely response.A big hug for u too.tc