After those hours of sweat and toil
The heart welcomes the sweet-smelling soil
For summer is not just about the heat and the strain
It also means that in the end there will be rain!
While bees ,butterflies and ants run for cover
Humans ,big and small , enjoy the shower.
While the dust and mud-covered roofs get clean
the little farmers' friends can now be seen.
Deep inside where nobody is glancing
I'm sure that there are peacocks dancing.
But, for a father of the land these arent mere drops ;
These showers are a blessing for his crops.
He waits for them to touch them with grace
For too much or too less could bring upon bad days..
In the land of Gods thy must worship the rain
So the circle of life on earth shall remain....

I wish to be free like the bird that flies
In the beautiful blue open skies
I wish to be like that gurgling stream
That flows with the golden sunlight gleam
I wish to be the ageless  mountain tall
That stands there strong , above all..
I wish to be that beautiful flower
That lives a day long but makes the bees hover
I wish I could be the golden sands
To which the ocean rushes to shake hands
I wish to wish that I were more than me
Blissful , strong , ageless and free...

In the beautiful sunrise I saw the ray's gleam
Sparkling like gold into a bright beam
As the cool summer morning began its race
To fill the world with its bounty and grace.
But today was different for some odd reason
For it suddenly grew dark, unlike the season.
Bees were not abuzz nor did the birds sing
What had the creator planned to bring?
The trees were still and so was the river
My heart sank and I began to quiver
Was this the dark serpent raising its hood?
Was it going to wipe out all that was good?
In a whimper my heart sent out a prayer
To the One that procreates even the slayer
To protect this tribe and uphold His grace
And show us again those sunny bright days
Where children could laugh , sing and play
And humanity could once again see the light of day ...
And sure enough He did hear my say
But asked His tribe to learn to pray.
He said that for too long we have been vain
So this time around there will be some pain.
But Hope always to the occasion rose
And promised it would soon end our woes..
That there would be light and there would be love
And a big shower of blessings from above...

When words become noise
And the heart chooses to be mute
When silence becomes the best choice
And there are tears of gratitude .
When we realize there is no more haste
And stop in our tracks to pray
When humanity swears not to waste
its tribe to actions that become birds of prey...
When our thoughts and feelings go out to those
Who have fallen ,unguarded, to their fate
When we embrace even our foes
And heal them without hate.
When we see Him in a friend
Upon whom you could fall back ,
Who is always there for you to depend,
Whose love, you will never lack...
When we do count our blessings given
by the Creator , without a sound
And that does open the Gate of heaven
With showers of blessings all around