The first rains of the monsoon....reminded me of something I wrote more than 8 years ago in the middle of summer, in the middle of the most arid region I have lived in with absolutely no chance of rain anywhere in the near future...
The rain puts up a show
Holding every eye in rapture,
Little boys rise in pleasure
Its beauty to forever capture.
The heavens seem to bulge
Through sheets of blue and gray;
Lines and curves of nature
Lilting imaginations play.
Every boy in playful glee
Looks through enchanted eyes
At laden clouds, so soft
And each of them tries;
To reach out and feel
To touch them with his lips
To hold them in his hand and squeeze
Until the nectar drips.
Oh! The feeling rises up
Coursing through his veins.
The cups of heaven grip his soul
Until the elixir drains.
Such is the beauty of the rain
Getting you all wet.
It’ll make hearts flutter,
Till every sun has set
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