Rain
A Poem
Born from the heart, Of the black clouds, Above the Earth, High up the sky.
The drops of water, The manifestation, Of peace and calm, Coming to hug the Earth.
The Earth, Yearns for, Some peace, And thus comes.
The rain, The little drops, Come, Singing in a symphony.
The nature’s call, For everyone, To enjoy, To enable joy.
To leave for, Sometime, Our servile, Subsistences.
Glued to phones, And laptops, And TVs, And iPads.
For sometime, The nature, Beckons, To become alive.
Again and again, For we are a part, Of it even though, One may feel apart.
But just because, You don’t see, The air, Doesn’t mean.
You don’t breathe, Through the lungs, And that is, The beauty of nature.
Present, But evanescent, The moment, You try to see.
So listen to the call, Of the water, In the air, As it invites you.
To dance, To love, To sing, To be.
