it is the rains
the much-awaited signs
come with a reign supreme
it has been my dream
to see the rains for long
nature has thwarted my song
I jumped and sang in my younger days
when I saw the rain I became gay
now I hold my breath and stare
at the rains with a feigned dare
The droplets gather slowly
in an increased speed rapidly
come down with a force
a beautiful sight to behold in the course
the rains come not alone
bring along its friends known
thunder and lightning accompany
the blast and a tumult comply
along with a flash and brightness
the rains fall thud, thud, in a resonance
a fantasy for me to espy
like to run into the rains and cry
the rains would fall on my head
drop through my nose ahead
my tongue would swap the water in quick
Oh! I would like to play and kick.
Meenas Poems 