Drizzling Drops!

 

The dazzling clouds’ laughter, loud;

their merry-tears shower around,

as drizzling drops on the ground,

with the catchy sound of a song band.

 Composed of the Ensemble members;

 the thunder, the great, the trained drummer,

the wind, a wizard, the ace flute player,

and the lightning, the skilled light-worker.  

Together, when the globules fall,

form they, rain from zones so tall,

and shape  they a vast waterfall;

remain people, in their home hall.

The poor, the have-nots in tiny huts,

Stay in fear, with the darling tiny tots;

if on their shelter, the rainfall hits,

fall their roofs may; lesions in lots.

On the first day adore resident audience, 

The second-day-rains are boring for viewers,

on the third day, tired, are all the watchers,

and lastly, they want, to be free from the rains.   

 When the cold persists, hotness one prefers,

and when it is hot, vice versa happens.

Some people favour not, what they possess;

Distant valleys’ charm, sense, they always.

The dwellers of this globe, green,

cannot grab everything as their gains,

But several things no doubt, we attain,

and content must be we with what we obtain.