The rain comes….and so does hope
the springy summer…here it goes
little rain drops tickle and tope
my mind refreshed…so is my soul.
Green grass…. sway back & forth
gloomy trees now revived & whole
the birds whistle.. & sing a song
they welcome the rains…with a delightful tone.
Drizzling drops…sparkle & cold
touch our body… then slip and roll
the monsoon comes…the monsoon goes
with our mind rejoiced…and enchanted soul.
and the rain comes…and the rain goes….
By Madhura