The Storm

Growling and howling, An uninvited guest, Arrives with different seeds and leaves, From unknown land, And sprinkles them in the fields, From these seeds come out, Beautiful flowers And then delicious fruits, Then the wild spirit moves for another land, With her departure she predicts The arrival of rain, As there is a commotion in the Bay of Bengal, The clouds laden with vapour rise from The Bay and make us wait for their arrival, And in few days rain covers every part of land, A heavy downpour washes the whole landscape, The gardens, the mountains, the valleys All wear new and beautiful look, The storm leaves such a glory after her.