Lapping wild ,

Gushing down, 

Mother Earth it seems to drown.

breaking morbid monotony

along come the drops , in rhythmic symphony.

 

Showcasing nature’s free soul

without any rush, or unworthy monetary goal

washing away my troubles

quenching my sun baked soul.

 

Looking up at the gray cloud

 I stretch out my hand

and laugh aloud

at the stillness of it all!

 

The drops that pitter patter 

seem like a never lasting lullaby.

 

Washing away my worn out thoughts

it ends it’s dance

As I wave to the departing clouds

the sun begins to peep through.

 

I sigh till  the next time 

and for now dear rain 

I bid thee 

Adieu:)