#rainfall - Hello Poetry

There comes a hush with grumbling, rumbling sound— Through skies, from highest clouds of charcoal gray, While forest drapes like maiden's debut gown, On swelling winds—a taste of dampened hay, As jasmines shiver, full of haste and play, The buttercups then blend in bluebell fields, While parched earth, in thirst, to heavens pray, The water lilies bloom, and lotus shield, While gardenia and tuberose nectar yield. Those armored hermits peek above, so sly, While wrigglers writhe from homes beneath the ground, And quiet buzzards—silent shelters seek, The red and tiny soldiers surround Their hill before the floods come crashing down. There goes the sun to hide behind the clouds, Like shyest child behind her mother's gown. The clouds eclipse the sky like mountain's shroud, How I have waited long—for petrichor, thy crown! The first then falls—so delicate this drop, Like chiming choir of creation, its fall, So, earth then sighs its prayer in backdrop. Like divine dance of Lord from heaven's ball, To fill the world as seraph's colours, fall. The peacocks twirl in iridescent trance, While swallows dive and egrets skim and roll. Like scattered jewels, shooting down to prance, The first of vernal rain bestows a second chance. At drip-a-drop they form a symphony— Like rolling sheets of highest paradise Conjoined the deepest hells invisibly. For once, then twice, and lastly falling thrice In festive thrum of fervent drums, they rise. Like sapphires falling down from onyx sheets Of darkened skies, so measureless in price. The merchant clouds to earthly rivers greet And ply the blue and pearly wares from angel's fleet Like clouds, the puddles spread across the land, The sky's reflection cast upon the earth, These puddles overflow as bubbling bands And streams like argent ribbons, gurgling mirth That stitch themselves from flash of thunder's lurch, Like melting hymns upon the mount and vales, And washing tales from stones about the dearth. Then sleeping beasts so churn across the dales, Like witches' inky cauldron full of silent wails.

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Mar 29, 2025

Mar 29, 2025 at 1:11 PM UTC

saman-badam

Oncoming Storm

There comes a hush with grumbling, rumbling sound— Through skies, from highest clouds of charcoal gray, While forest drapes like maiden's debut gown, On swelling winds—a taste of dampened hay, As jasmines shiver, full of haste and play, The buttercups then blend in bluebell fields, While parched earth, in thirst, to heavens pray, The water lilies bloom, and lotus shield, While gardenia and tuberose nectar yield. Those armored hermits peek above, so sly, While wrigglers writhe from homes beneath the ground, And quiet buzzards—silent shelters seek, The red and tiny soldiers surround Their hill before the floods come crashing down. There goes the sun to hide behind the clouds, Like shyest child behind her mother's gown. The clouds eclipse the sky like mountain's shroud, How I have waited long—for petrichor, thy crown! The first then falls—so delicate this drop, Like chiming choir of creation, its fall, So, earth then sighs its prayer in backdrop. Like divine dance of Lord from heaven's ball, To fill the world as seraph's colours, fall. The peacocks twirl in iridescent trance, While swallows dive and egrets skim and roll. Like scattered jewels, shooting down to prance, The first of vernal rain bestows a second chance. At drip-a-drop they form a symphony— Like rolling sheets of highest paradise Conjoined the deepest hells invisibly. For once, then twice, and lastly falling thrice In festive thrum of fervent drums, they rise. Like sapphires falling down from onyx sheets Of darkened skies, so measureless in price. The merchant clouds to earthly rivers greet And ply the blue and pearly wares from angel's fleet Like clouds, the puddles spread across the land, The sky's reflection cast upon the earth, These puddles overflow as bubbling bands And streams like argent ribbons, gurgling mirth That stitch themselves from flash of thunder's lurch, Like melting hymns upon the mount and vales, And washing tales from stones about the dearth. Then sleeping beasts so churn across the dales, Like witches' inky cauldron full of silent wails.