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The Rainy Evening: A Tercet.

Post author By meenas17
Post date July 28, 2016
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The day heads off to a close
more or less the work is over
it is time to wind up and close.

For a while Ramu hovers
runs to catch the train
seeing the sharp showers.

It is a heavy rain.
he is caught in the downpour
misses the train.

The rain lashes in a roar
Ramu is stranded
cannot run as before.

He stands
in the rain for a time
then walks in the marshy land.
The temple bell chimes
he enters the shrine
into the Hundial he inserts a dime.

The deity shines
resplendent in its gold kavasams
Ramu is on cloud nine.

Tags deity, Poem, Rain, shower

Poetry thoughts

Tumult Not a Fear.

The thunder is in full swing

the rain has taken its wings

the tumult is not a fear anymore

being a pleasure all the more

the breeze blows gently

moist laden in plenty

a beautiful experience

after a day of a penance

one of unbearable heat

enough to beat

even a strong lad

it seemed very bad

as of now the rains

pour in a voluminous strain

blessed be the people around

cheer being seen in the surround. kaboom

Tags beat, cheer, pleasure, Poem, Rain, thunder

thoughts

The Days Are So

The winds are not strong

nor the clouds dark and overcast

the warmth has been for long

the rains have long been lost

the days without rain seem to be more

renders the land almost dry

the particular season has been in the fore

makes every other season shy

well that be the way of nature

bringing forth a merciless feature

rains too much and floods once

rains too less and droughts hence

be so the vagaries of the global warmth

leaving us helpless and stare at the hearth. sm 11 5123 turtle carcass

Tags Poem, Rain

copious . earth enlivens layers Poetry soil

The Rain For An Hour.

The rain comes

pours in a torrent

drenches the ground

penetrates into the layers

down to the crust

all done in an hour

a rejuvenation is across

the earth revives

copious water around

a sense of beatitude prevails

all because of the rain.

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drain feign fine line Poetry strain

Rain Or Shine.

Rain or shine

both come in a line

they are fine.

Shine or rain

both come without a strain

do not feign.

It is shine

emitting a deal of light

to a great height.

It is rain

flowing through the fields

very lively indeed!

Tags Poem, Rain, shine

panes Poetry Tune

The Rain’s Rhythm

The rain comes

steady and gentle

Slowly it becomes

furious and strong

swIngs and steers in course

lashes across with a force

strikes on the panes again and again

Creates a rhthym with an intone

being Nature’s way of singing in tune.

Tags Poem, Rain

Poetry splash sprinkle

The Sprinkle And A Splash

I keep my windows open while I sleep

a whiff of fresh air knocks me now and then

last night I was in my deep sleep

an incident different took place then

a sprinkle of water on the face

it did not bother me anyway

then a splash of cold water on my face

did disturb me only a little anyway

I was fast asleep all the more

there was a strike so forceful

the water was all over me

peeped through the window

saw the torrential pour in glee

the rains always make me glow

closed the windows reluctantly

as my eyes pleaded for a rest insidiously

Tags Poem, Rain

Life Poetry

It was a bright sunshine
the sun in a glorious shine
all in a moment came the rains
it poured a while in a feign
then came back the sun in bright
again the rains drizzled in a light
this became the order of the day
with the sun and rain in a way
perhaps they indicated a variance
that being one of dissidence
bright and dark alternated
warmth and pleasant moderated
could be taken as a premonition
life has the ups and downs in motion
a surge and a fall back is how you go
be in short the life’s mode.

Tags Poem, Rain, sunshine.

lyric. Poetry

Rain In A Way

I see rains

after a while

not so in style

falls with pride

on all sides

not here and there

but everywhere

not very heavy

but an escape from levy

that of hot sun

which at times is fun

not a good shower

enough for the flowers

Well! that is how it rains

not very much in a strain

it is but beautiful though

it is scanty in a row

yet it rains all through

a respite from the blue.

That be the rain today

call it rain in a way.

Tags heavy, little, Poem, Rain

thoughts

Pin Head Drops

There is a drizzle out there
drop by drop come the rain
not big ones as I wish
tiny as pin heads they fall
wanted it to last for a time
disappeared in a few seconds
a disappointment gross
not only to me sole
to my plants too on whole
starved they are full
to my trees also still
look they parched
to my lawn entire
seem they very yellow and dire
to my ground in strain
appear scorched and drained
Would not the rain come?
I cry along with my entourage
No sign of rains in the round
a hot humid weather all around.

Tags drop, pin- head, Rain, Small

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