Meenas PoemsThe rains are in swing
the reptiles and insects
have taken their wings
find them in all sections
snails crawl in the backyard
frogs hop almost everywhere
needless to say about lizards
the fly flies in and out without any care
bothersome it is to keep them off
rains do bring relief to all
they do create a havoc in their first call.
The rains are on the way
the thunder has arrived
the lightning follows
while the sky turns dark
the air becomes moist
significant it could be
a beautiful syndrome
a gracious concept
a bounteous extension
always the rains are
somewhere in the land
everywhere in the stretch
all too much of a pleasure .
Rains do come
a little and in excess
good to process.
Good to process
when they are in excess
way to conserve.
A way to conserve
store it in lakes and ponds
an old method.
An old method
being replaced by modern indifference
building on them.
Building on them
arrests the flow of water
results in floods
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.
The sound of rain falling
that too in the morning
keeps me in a mood of joy
and in a status of enjoy
I rush to the window
see the abundance in a show
the water falls in a sheet
it is a pleasant treat
I run to my back door
pull open the door
run into the vegetable garden
where the veggies lie in a broaden
stand there for a while
get drenched in style
the water flows down my head
I put out my tongue instead
splash it around my lips
the water drops in drips
it is a play of my childhood days
it continues to this day
an exhilaration I experience
it is one of very great reference.
Rains come and go
a novel phenomenon in the go
there was a drizzle an hour ago
then the cool breeze in a soft blow
again the sharp showers with a flow
a lull for a time without any catch
a repetition 
in full not in the patch
it is wonderful to watch
very magical in touch
an enchanting experience in all
The rains do good
they too also do bad
it is the way they rain
it is the way they deign
the earth is a receptacle
it also faces a debacle
that of a receiver in a sense
that of a deceiver in pretense
the showers fall with ease
they drive one mad in a tease
it being a likelihood all the more
it being a dissimilarity sore
the rains enrich the soil
also delude it in a foil
a strange concept in strength
yet very realistic in length.
The day is a shine and a dine
with a clouds almost in nine
the weather seems to be fine
with the rain almost to pour
the drops come in four
thunder descends in a roar
the clouds draw to a close
the sky engages in blows
the drizzle sets in with no force
lightening strikes with a blind
the battle is fought with a bind
the vapours burst out from hind
the rains fall down in torrence
a struggle in exasperation
Well! it turns out to be an inspiration.
Unusual rains at unusual seasons.
Unusual cold at unusual seasons.
Unusual heat at unusual seas
Unusual storm at unusual seasons.
Unusual tells us that unusual experiences
would flood releasing an unusual predicament.
All are signs of the global warming.
As every other thing looks for change
nature tells us it is no exception. 
The sun still not awake
though it is six in the morning
the bustle almost not found
the morn looks sullen.
The sky is down cast
darkness hovers over
rains would come
a sign of welcome.
The day advances
still no move of the sun
peculiar it appears
something amiss is on the way.
Slowly the sun comes out
shines as bright as ever
even hotter than the usual
could be a tongue in cheek attitude
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