The black sheet of drizzles above my head,
An endless siege with striking jolts vis a vis bolts,
The showers of purity,
Blessings of the earth,
My heart pounding with its peace and calmness,
Its chattering waters,
The tickles on the ground,
My eyes endeavours the scene with silent shadows behind me.
The sky pours its weight making the life alive,
The symphony of rain,
Marked with humanity,
Clouds make them light giving the earth 'wet' bags of
opportunities,
The piano of sky,
Music of earthy beings,
The sound of rain on tin roof,
Reminds me of something,
Every drop has to tackle hard,
To reach the destination.
Rain makes me think of lives,
Its behaviour not a regular one,
It shifts its directions according to situation,
Settling in every way possible,
It never stops,
Its pace changes by time,
Realising the inconsistency caused by different 'times',
It brings hope with some despair,
Till next rain,
There will be a drought,
Making the patience bearable and hope's alive that after the
dry,
There comes a gloomy-happy cry.
This rain is adorable but strange,
Having many mysteries yet unrevealed,
This brings me thrill with suspense of something,
Not known but still ready for new beginning,
Each watery drop carries an unbearable potential,
Will we be ready each time to pass through it ?
Jan 14
Jan 14, 2026 at 4:16 AM UTC
The black sheet of drizzles above my head,
An endless siege with striking jolts vis a vis bolts,
The showers of purity,
Blessings of the earth,
My heart pounding with its peace and calmness,
Its chattering waters,
The tickles on the ground,
My eyes endeavours the scene with silent shadows behind me.
The sky pours its weight making the life alive,
The symphony of rain,
Marked with humanity,
Clouds make them light giving the earth 'wet' bags of
opportunities,
The piano of sky,
Music of earthy beings,
The sound of rain on tin roof,
Reminds me of something,
Every drop has to tackle hard,
To reach the destination.
Rain makes me think of lives,
Its behaviour not a regular one,
It shifts its directions according to situation,
Settling in every way possible,
It never stops,
Its pace changes by time,
Realising the inconsistency caused by different 'times',
It brings hope with some despair,
Till next rain,
There will be a drought,
Making the patience bearable and hope's alive that after the
dry,
There comes a gloomy-happy cry.
This rain is adorable but strange,
Having many mysteries yet unrevealed,
This brings me thrill with suspense of something,
Not known but still ready for new beginning,
Each watery drop carries an unbearable potential,
Will we be ready each time to pass through it ?