the coming of the rain
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by Harshvardhan J. Pandit
poem weather

Heat bellowed out from the ground
Coming out in wispy little airy flames
The children scorned and ran inside
No more play and no more games
Their homes werent spared the heat
As it came about through the tin roof
Profusely sweating and wiping it off
Each and everyone stayed aloof
A curse escaped the lips of mother
As she ranted away at the sun
Curse him and this increasing heat
How could all the work be done?
As each and everyone sat sweating
Using wet cloths to wipe it dry
A young innocent girl ran outside
To be scolded by mother and to cry
Everyone rushed outside to the girl
No one likes to hear a crying children
The hot winds that were blowing there
Began to toss and turn and roam wild
The clouds sensed all this sadness
As it cried and shed its tears
The little girl was startled by a drop
And it dissolved all her fears
Wiping her face and looking about
She sensed the changes in the air
To her innocent mind it was heaven
As she began dancing with a flair
The onlookers were first surprised
Granny patted her blowing grizzle
And then light drops rushed about
To meet the earth in a drizzle
Sweet smell filled the air
As the heat was slain
The little girl pointed to heaven
And simply said – “RAIN“!