The Rhythm of Rain

Oh! At last the rain has arrived,
On the mighty wings of wind,
Painting smeary black on the sky,
Lashing silky white hair,
On the strong concrete pediments,
Down comes the rain
Forcing the metro to chill.


Oh !the mighty drops are here again,
Spilling cool spray on the sky scrappers
Drenching the ground still parched and thirsty
Slowing down the motors to creep a while
The pied crested cuckoo in panic far away,
Down pours the rain with
Bleakly white drops.

The bountiful Rain ravished
On the metro life
Roaring as a lion a while
And shimmering as a sword
Played with the naughty boy,
Stretching hands in the balcony,
The drenching lovebirds moved
Closer sharing the warmth,
Charming bride’s dimples
Glittered in the neon,
With crystal clear droplets.

The rain in the metro drizzled,
As a sweet melody of first love,
The green started spouting,
And the tiny tot giggled,
The handsome guy whistled
Why the girl next door blushed ?
Through the misty curtained window.

Down comes the drop tick ..tick ..tick
Is that the rhythm ,of my own heart?
The rain in the metro gushes and gushes
Bringing life and hope once again
And forever

by nitha Mohan

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