Rain, Rain- Come Again

I feel so complete when I am in the rain
I feel no sorrow, no pain
The feeling of love I don’t have, I will gain
Because my heart falls open as I stand in the rain
There’s a scent from grass to air
That I’m just gonna share

We recognize it and breathe deep
A world filled with fragrance in heaps and heaps
Dew and showers softly combined
And warmth and coolness intertwined
It will revive and restore
That breath of petrichor

A farmer’s gift is the rain
As it helps him grow him grow my grain
In the rain, buzzing honeybees under the cloudy skies
And peacocks dancing captivate my eyes
As you sow, so shall you reap, they say
So let’s start harvesting rain from this day

Rain rain, come again!!

I remember going to Taj Mahal lying on the banks of Yamuna river.
After having a glimpse, I said “It is the best monument ever!!”
It revealed the exquisite Persian architecture and mystery,
Built by Shah Jahan, The Mughal Emperor of history.

I was amused by the beautiful garden leading to the lanes
Of huge multifarious fountains.
And the intricate carvings of the magnificent Quran
Represented the emperor’s glorious clan.

The monument of love made of white marble
Showed the greatest love story possible.
It was where Shah Jahan and Mumtaz lay
Showing their love for each other every day.

I took a last glance on the epic dome
Because now it was the time to go home.
I, very sadly farewell bid
And stared at the monument until from sight it completely hid.

The Taj Mahal’s motifs, calligraphy, love story makes it a wonder true
Under the skies blue with an orangish hue.
When I see Taj Mahal through my eyes
The beauty of the whole world in it lies.