It is the rains dropping

It is the rains dropping

It is the miles and miles of rains dropping,
Heaven’s Cheers dropping, dropping partial,
Sometimes here and there, It is all
the soil’s doing good and otherwise,
the learned scholars avidly opine,
may be the whims and fancies of the
Clouds, rains falling on the roof and rut,
rains dropping on the beggar and niggardly,
rains dropping on the timber and ok,
why,even on the felled wood thick, lying on
the ground beneath which the dead bird lies,
the bones jetting out, could be it is
given the watery burial, rains drop
even the anchored ship and add to the shore,
Yonder the flat , the boy floats a paper boat,
Though I want to I cannot, since a shiver
runs through me for I am feverish.