Me, the rains and the ground!

Me the Rains and the open ground


You are so sudden and shower like,
Springs of water from spa,
you do not appear to come from Heaven
or from the rain bearing clouds,
as we were used to read from books,


I see the parched land of stem and stalk,
felled and spread like wounded battalions,
bleeding red, like thick paints,
no longer their valor solid by them,
for they fall a prey to the soil’s anger and greed!


You come to sing songs of requiem for them,
You undo the heat of the unabated and thirsty,
Nearby play ground, children disperse with dolls,
hopefully to come back to play with sand houses,
I see they are harbor of pearls of wisdom.