Watching The Rains Poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph

Standing on ground floor and watching the rains,
Like so many maggots, living insects
The drops jump and squirm above earth
As if they are alive, and enjoying life.

The drops falling from heaven
May change the size or intensity,
But the dropp falls independently,
Till it falls down, joining with neighbors.

The sound of murmuring rain,
Raising its voice in waves of intensity
That go up and down like in a sonata
Drowns out all other interruptions.

The cement-concrete road in BKC
Shines with liquid light, like a bride,
Newly laid, spreading wetness below
Ready to receive more thrusts from above.