People have been describing the beauty of these dazzling drops from time immemorial. Though not a topic new, it remained always attractive. So I too have tried my thoughts here.
The dazzling drops, your colour silver,
As elixir on us you shower.
Dance and glitter in our ground
And shine on all the grasses around.
Glow and beam in flush of sunlight
As sparkling stones, with a smile, so sweet.
Sing a gentle song when drizzling,
As cool and chilly water, sprinkling.
Stun we, at the startling figure of yours
With the spell of splendid,striking drops.
Form you abundant diamond stones
As pieces bright of broken glasses.
The nature plays her pretty violin,
With your brilliant strings vibrant.
Fall the nonstop drops enchanting
As charming wires in way, slanting.
Children choose the sodden places
To sail their lovely boats of paper,
Change you ever the surroundings soggy
And you then wash and make them, pretty.
Resting umbrellas and sleeping rain coats
Leap of course from boxes and cases.
And sometimes well, the plantain- leaves
Get their due from peasants’ hands.
Contain, the sand a scent appealing
To smell it, children bend while passing.
You the lovely! Your feather, the wind
Fly you in the sky to a far off mountain.
Play, none can,with you a game foul
As everything in front, you destroy in fury.
But extract the lovers, the feeling romantic,
Seek you,they, in need to heal fuss frantic.
So rain rain, away now you don’t go,
Come, you cutie, other days also,
Ravi,Rani and Rahul play
For with you they will be happy and gay.