The Advent of Rain

The sky azure blue Is embellished with capricious hues again It’s the arrival of gaiety; it’s the arrival of rain The beauty is poignant, the beauty is pure The beauty can solve, the beauty can cure The mystic raindrops are on the way To spellbind and to sway To bestow with a myriad of presents For the tapping feet, for the peasants To apprise the world of solitude With ethereal glory and fortitude To adorn the aurora through its chatter To mesmerize the roof with its pitter and patter To trigger the imagination of those who scribble To infuse zeal in each and every pebble To incite the rebel, and turn up the treble To apprise and enlighten one and all From petty creatures which crawl To those who yearn its pelts and fall It hears the call Of flora stout and tall And swiftly rattle the leaves In deft effervescence And render the land A petrichor Of indelible essence So let the mélange of sparkling drops Make the world profound With meandering mist and jubilant joy Let them sail in your instinct And say Ahoy! Let them percolate Spontaneously and instinctively, into your veins Go and be fanatic Go and be insane Let them intrude Into the ineluctable depths of your brain Where your clandestine secrets lurk Let them elude every pinch of your pain Just let the raindrops rain! Open the obscure window sills of your heart As precious to you as ivory And let the battering drops wipe off All your miserable memory!