Tuesday, July 14, 2009

The miracle called Rain

It tastes like heaven when they fall on you

A burst of shower that chills you

It washes away your tears when you cry

It makes you smile in a way that is wry


It is mysterious but when you listen

You hear your heart reflected


It drums down my window in a silent whisper

The breeze knocking at my doors


It makes you pine

And the earth divine

Enamors you with her ethereal aroma

As if it too is rejoicing in the miracle…. called Rain

8 comments:

Kuntal !~ Kittu~! said...

Wow, wonderful creation, seems the rain have come finally :D into your poetic thoughts as well.

Tarun Bangari said...

Good one - quite fitting for the current experience and ambience!

Priyanka Choudhury said...

nice one...........a poem best describes how a person like u can envoy the rain to its fullest..:)keep blogging..Miss Poet..:)

Harsha said...

Beautiful..... matches the current mood....i never knew u had a lil poet hidden in you...Njoy d monsoon :-)

Iris said...

beautiful.... i specially like the title ....

saurabh said...

Great one- hope we people in Delhi will be able to experience the same feeling soon.

maitri said...

thank u all :)

Sidhant- Content Writer said...

nice dear....good to see u are turning out to be good poet
...................enjoy your writing.............