It rains and it incessantly pours,
They drop from the cloudy gloom,
The wind rides high and it soars,
The lashing waves,spell an impending doom?
Nay,the benign drops spell no doom,
They quench the thirst of the parched soil,
Earth wears green and a luxuriant bloom,
Life,great and small,wake up to their toil.
Lightning forks the dark skies,
Ominous is the rumbling and the thundering,
Memories haunt,rememberances wrench out sighs,
The soul is restless and the mind wandering.
Fleeting across,the patches of grey,
Their destination ,do they really know?
The feelings rise ,thoughts stray,
I know not--to contain or to let go!
Chandni.
