Before the Rains
I think something's lacking!
I travel from place A to B
And what do I see?
A lot of heat and dust
All greenery gone to rust
And cracked landscapes proudly brag
Of wrinkles on a wizened hag!
Yes! Something's definitely lacking!
Sweat-strewn foreheads glisten bright
Sticky shirts and blouses seem that much tight
The only wetness that one gets to see
Is the acrid ooze from you and me.
Again, I feel that something's lacking.
It is the voodoo in the air
A shimmering haze of heat despair.
Like zombies all are beasts and men
Looking skywards, asking "When?"
Oh yes, I know what's lacking -
It is the sweet rain-laden breeze
Which freshen's all and greens the trees
Which smooths the land, breathes life afresh
Oh! The blessed Rain to ease Summer's stress!
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
