Rain Showers

The Earth dry and bare; waiting eagerly for the drops of care; Caught in the hot, steaming summer’s snare; The flowers and creepers decorating window sills; all look desolate and ill; As the nature withers away in the sun’s merciless glare. The men and the wives; the kids and the wild; All are enduring the summer’s waterless exile; They are waiting for the rain; to relieve them of the heat pain; And of that life which has become a sweaty turmoil. The wind strong and gusty; makes the roads yellow and dusty; And the air around becomes suffocating and musty; The birds forget to sing; their lilting, musical thing; Even as the tree leaves wristle and make noise so husky. Then come the Monsoon showers; falling first on boughs and flowers; Making the trees and plants glisten and glower; So the monsoon comes in grace; driving away summer’s trace; Lashing at window-panes with its all-reigning power. As the monsoon drives away the summer heat; with its raining rhythm off-beat; And the flower buds open up to return it’s greet; And as the water seeps in soil; a refreshing fragrance arise; While the rain continuous to cool down hot gardens and streets. The Earth grows green; and water droplets gleam; On the smooth, waxy surfaces of the leaves; Everywhere the flowers grow; in pink, red, white or yellow; While buds make their way blushingly between tendrils. The wet and soft soil; now grows fertile; And tender green plantlets push through the Earth in style; Through soil the tiny saplings peep; as their sown seeds begin to reap; And the plants and crops shake off the Earth’s temporary curse sterile. As the raindrops go pitter-patter; water in puddles begins to gather; And the little birds begin to chirp, twitter and chatter; The insects begin to hum along; their irritating and happy song; While due to rain and wind the roofs on houses begin to chatter. As the showers for some moments cease; after giving Earth life’s new lease; And the pitter-patter of rain is gently appeased; The sun coyly shines; a cloud it half hides behind; While the fluffy clouds move along with the cool breeze. The fields now green and bright; are an artist’s sheer delight; Pleasing to the senses of smell and sight; The fresh air so sweet to breathe; that with pleasure the body writhes; In the newly born rainy sunlight. But this sunlight so quickly goes; as thunderstorms blow to and fro; And Earth engulfs in darkness that now grows; The wind rises and howls; with a voice that trembles all souls; And day and night this gale roars. The trees in fear tremble and shake; as leaves, twigs and branches break; And the life of these trees is put up at stake; Birds in nests cower with fright; and due to cold shiver with all their might; And live in fearful anticipation of what else the storm may rake. The monsoon now shows its ugly face; gone are its days of grace; Rainy calamities take its place; Cyclones and floods destruct worldwide; the raging sea throws up its tide; “Nature reigns supreme”, we are forced to say. Same is the life of man; may he do what he can; But destiny will always play a hand; What all will man control? So he should let destiny play its role; And enjoy life and act as the situation will demand. Somedays will shine the sun; those days life will be fun; And work will be successful how much ever it’s done; Somedays by the fun you will tire; and will long to get back into the attire; Of normal life, however boring or glum. Sometimes hope will come out; like a tiny plant sprouts; And will remove from your mind every shade of doubt; It will be a bright, hopeful ray; but for long it may not stay; So we must make most of it when hope sprouts. Just as the shower of joy; after summer comes out shy; So shower of success will come when you have almost given up the try; It will wash away your helpless sigh; and will give you a new will to try; Which will help you succeed by-and-by. Just as the sun goes behind the cloud; when thunder is heard aloud; And darkness suddenly falls on Earth all around; So also failure will touch you once; its upto you to prevent its repeated occurrence; Or due to failure remain depression bound. Sometimes through demotivation you will go; sometimes loads of success you'll know; For we need all types of experience to make us grow; Like some days it is wet; some days the sun for long doesn’t set; But then it needs both the rain and the sun to make a RAINBOW…