(06) I adore the Blue sky.

(6) I adore the Blue sky.

Sky pours not the waters of rain,
but Mercy, bounteous, superfluous and timely,
filling the mud-baked ,numinous pots,
of different shapes and sizes,
much sought after by angry house-wives,eager children
duty-bound daughters-in-law and duty free maid-servants.

Sky pours not the waters of the rain,
On the drought-stricken earth,
giving way to swallow and plunder,
the sane and the sickly:

I delight in the welcome showers of May,
Playing a mighty role,
my feet getting drenched,
easing my heavy heart,

As would a melody of a flute
Soothe the convalescing.

I adore the Blue, Blue and blue sky,
Blue restored after bouts of
Moving clouds, after wetting the dry soil,
The Benign Blue, blesses,
Blesses my life with sanguine hue!