Rain is one of few things which excite me a lot. And I am such a rain lover.
My yet another experiment with poetry. Yet another So Called Poem.
In my office looking through those glass walls,
I see those giant dark clouds , hoping the rain falls.
I look at those clouds like kid look at a candy shop,
Hoping it gets over, my craving for rain drop.
The very first rain of summer starts pouring heavy to cool the land,
Inside the glass walls, I miss the smell of sand and drops on hand.
Sound of rain made me to sing songs along,
Hope the pour lasted much long.
Enough I said to those glass walls,
Time has come for me, To ride back home.
Clouds are dark while it still drizzle,
And I felt the cold breeze cut me like a chisel.
The breeze blew stronger and more cooler,
Portraying few purest acts of love and rejoice.
A mom covered and held her baby close to protect,
While a small girl shouts of excitement hugging her dad tight.
Couples on the ride gave no space between, Breeze the looser,
I pity on you, your every attempt made them only closer.
Even vehicles celebrated their own holi,
Splashing water on each other in jolly.
Rain, I wonder you come from where,
But you induce love and joy, make me feel heaven here.