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Raining in Summer
Raining in Summer
With a bright shining summer sun
Shooting its rays on earth for days,
Waves of wet air have been on run
Towards the sky as in a sway.
Now the heavenly orb is draped
With a shroud of dark grey up high,
The horizon narrowed in shape
And tears set to drip from the sky.
Soon it starts to rain from first dawn,
It rains in the village and fields
It rains in gardens and on lawns
It rains on the mount and the hills.
It rains on streets and narrow lanes,
It rains heavily and smoothly,
It rains on buildings and door panes
And it rains intermittently.
The rain splashes against windscreens
Clatters on roof top of towers
Bends branches, plants and wild greens
And drenches the blooming flowers.
It washes dust on village roads
Forms puddles in vicinities
Drifts to river beds leafy loads
And sweeps streets of towns and cities.
For many a folk, summer rain
Is like a thick thorn on their toes
Which they wish to repel in vain
And treat like a far foreign foe,
Others relish the summer rain
To stay indoors and greet their tongue
With some hot drinks or quench their veins
And wish their sweet day to prolong.
For me rain hums a charming chant
On leaves and lawns in the garden
Satiates earth, nourishes plants
And diffuses new spirit in men.
The music of gentle rain at night
Is to me like a sweet invite
To reach the deepest inner light
Of my soul, ever shining bright.
It prompts me on life to ponder,
Kindles my quest for the divine,
Melts barriers of time asunder
And steers me to space that`s sublime.
Let the mild summer rain at night
Hum its music on nearby trees,
Ignite my inner self`s delight
And from stinging stress set me free.
Copyright ©
Krishnanand Guptar
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