Water, The Marvel.....! Poem by Vidya Pandarinath

Little droplets of rain
Sprinkled from the sky
Enlivens things that scattered lie,
With permuted spectral hue and stain.

The horizon opens up the bow
Of neat and infinite make,
Leaves and grass blades shake
With pleasure and bend low.

Brown water runs in rills
To fill little pits and ditch,
Dark shrubbery looks green-rich
As the heavy clouds cover the hills

Strange, but it is true -
Water is Nature's implicit miracle,
Elixir, revealing the complex oracle,
That doth the rare planet life, strew.