In Rain

Grey woods wearing green garbs of rain, In gay abandon dance in rain. Monsoon-mad, losing old restraint, All nature opts to swoon in rain. Pounded by pouring rain, in strain, Poor dust so scared settles in rain. Eyes of iron burn, feel the pain, Turn rusty reddish brown in rain. When glass-like brittleness they gain, Seeds split up to sprout shoots in rain. Weary pens under summer's strain, When pick up new rainy refrain, Ah new ardour seem to attain From brews blended with blobs of rain! _____________________________________ Monsoon was almost over for some time. And suddenly there came sea-based low pressure and rains. And welcome relief as if monsoon was here again. This poem, a Ghazal, celebrates fortuitous rains. Ghazal |14.10.2020| Topic: rain