Sharmila Menon Poet Verse

Thoughts On a Rainy Morning

The fury of the rain



Was unleashed on the pane



Though the glass and water looked same 



They tried to each other tame



The glass was cold or calm



Was the question causing the qualm?



The rain, did it stand for anger



Or was it trying to soften this stranger?



Both for a while stood unrelenting



Till a hand threw open the windows



Letting the glass, to fury condense



And turn misty under the rain’s touch intense

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Will Owisp April 3, 2017 at 1:44 PM and the tiny rivulets of rain that from the windows fell till no drops were left, and the window pane waited for the next

S.Jagathsimhan Nair June 15, 2011 at 12:36 AM Nice one... about rain again..on which i find myself writing very often.thanks. Sharmila Menon July 4, 2011 at 9:31 PM kerala looks most beautiful during rains. who can escape from the charm :)

Anthony Nutter June 14, 2011 at 3:09 AM Enjoyed the read, keep your poetic pen flowing. http://www.amazon.com/dp/B0052U4O5U Sharmila Menon July 4, 2011 at 9:32 PM Thank u anthony for leaving the words of encouragement :)