Rain, What A Graceful Giver

Ah rain, what a graceful giver! Bleaching green, quenching parching earth, Still holding no giver's lever A word's not uttered of his worth. The wielder of Varun's1 wet thunder, Plundering plight by pouring plenty, Slaying unyielding clouds asunder, And job done, leaves in mute dignity. The giver to every river, One that nourishes seeds of life, Quenching, cooling earth's scorching fever, It's him that earth's with bounties rife. Pompous a bit, patronising, Whimsy of late, shy though willing. _________________________________________________ 1. Varun1: The rain god in Hindu pantheon. __________________________________________________ Sonnets | 07.06.07 |