Though I know it is not raining
I hope it did; I am carrying
Colours of life that I wish I could
Mix in me, and then surely I would
Live. Often do people say
‘It was raining on that evil day’
I hope they won’t, because they don’t
Understand rain. They don’t feel rain.
Rainfall is the dancing of clouds and
The song of the Nature. The land
Becomes alive and happy; ‘I’ becomes
‘We’, playing with the paper boats
And all the musicians taking notes
Rain rain, rain-rain.
Reminds me of Sameer Bhaia’s Rain Drops Keep Falling On My Head 🙂
Shortest fun anecdote I must say. 🙂
Nice poem 👍
Thank you! 🙂
Beautiful poem! I love it. Thank you for crediting the photo – that’s so nice of you.
You’re most welcome, it is a superb picture. Thanks for it!
And thanks for reading and commenting.