Thunder, Wind And The Rain Poem by Sohan Prasad Sharma

In the dream I was roaming high in the hill,
came the thunder growling to me with the chill of the rain.

I Ran up for the shade and the thunder said,
my nature is to let you know my coming with thunder and flash.

Do you know said the thunder to me with the roar,
'I have companion that you always desire and want with to soar'.

To Soar high with the feeling of ecstasy and of desire,
to soar high with the feeling of comfort and to aspire.

Aspire to be cool like the rain and comforting in turn,
to make human desire and make then miss when you fly afar.

Afar to the land where you are craved,
where the need is for you to make green and soil fertile.

Then came the wind whirling, drops of pleasure and delight,
with the cool, chilling drops of dew like water, it is the rain.

Rain speaks in the language of touch and feel,
it makes you stand and let it touch you and in turn to feel.

Touch of the mother and language lovely and serene,
evoking you to shiver and in turn makes you grin.

Then came lighting sparking and with flash,
told me, 'I'm the one who for wind and rain lights the path.

The language of light is show and hide,
flashes with the heat and further deliver with light the delight.

The delight descends down to earth and makes fertile the land,
the works is double, paves the path and nurtures the earth so divine.

Feeling the natural chill and feeling the touch of the rain,
I danced forgetting all the worldly comfort and pain.

Came the rain and with muffled voice and enquire,
'did you feel the pleasure when you dance with me dear?

'I m still dancing in the rain,
how can I hide the pleasure of thy touch on my face'.

So said I and kept the pace of dancing in the rain,
lost in the pleasure of rain crawling down touching every vein.

Like the snake the drops crawl down my body,
making me lost in the sensation and pleasure very cozy.

The rain seeing me happy in shake and dance,
gave a drizzle of pleasure with thunder and lightning flash.