( 22) Rains! Rains!

( 22) Rains! Rains!
The Plain waters from the sky,
aren’t they , welcome , salient showers from the sky?
unmindful of immeasurable distance,
steady, swift showers to the ground perchance,
as pure as cherubic child divine,
to wet the soil, soiled and mundane,
rain drops travelling a long way,
a pathetic pathless journey,
just as the layers of thread on the loom,
fast rotating with a zoom,
or the heart beat of a dying patient,
the angry mobs’ reaction purblind,
touch the mixed soil of stones,
rugged lumps of clay and sands,
the torrential waters , shapeless,
taking sizable shapes, nonetheless,
a hole, or a pond, pr a pit,
or a plastic bucket or a brass pot,
it is the Ganga, the Yamuna, the Brahmaputra
or river Thames or Niagara?
water holy, distilled for ablutions,
diverted the canals for irrigations,
water used for waste and taste,
How we want it, crave it, during drought!