Meenas PoemsRains did come after a long time.
that being a month’s time
when the town is out of time
experiencing only hotness all time
with no water available every time
the land turned a desert of all time
people perspiring and fuming most time
the down pour comes late in time
bringing in a happy time
when people would rejoice for some time
expecting copious rains in coming times
they need to replenish their stock in no time.
Indeed rains should come for all at all times.
It used to rain all time
as October and November
were months of monsoon rains
bringing cheer in no time.
It is dry these days
very hot and drought prone
much against the routine
inducting famine all through the days.
With no rains in the yard
and oppressing heat in the field
there is a disproportionate feed
similar to the Great Famine .
The break of routine is not new
as it occurred even in the past
with the duration shortly cast
while now it stretches in a long queue
With the extension of dry spell all year round
none could survive with ease
as the scarcity mounts in leaps and bounds
filtering a not so pleasant experience all around.
How to combat Nature”s fury?
It has stubbornly gone ahead
denying the rightful rains at proper time
Well, it is perhaps its anger cast in a bury.
Rains poured all day.
It poured all night.
The day rains were friendly
going with the city
disrupting none
disturbing none .
The night rainfall was competitive
coming down in force
not very terrible
but very minimal.
The rains turned a delight
helping man all out
making nature look beautiful
refreshed and glowing
.
The sky gets dark in the afternoon
with the clouds gathering in one fold
It is still and cool with no winds
all signalling a bountiful rain.
Lo! nothing happened as it remained so
pleasant and chill, delightful and delicious.
Like men rains do dodge too.
Going without rains for the past month
the land got dry and parched
There was rain a few hours back
It was not copious but more than a drizzle.
The trees had a lively shower which made them look fresh
as the moth and dirt gathered got washed away.
The leaves looked greener and gleamed in the sunshine
which before were in disarray and dust laden.
The mild rains gave a great joy to one and all
While the people rejoiced the coolness it granted for a while
the birds cried in mirth seeing the slight rains
pouring intensely.
It was a break, a welcome break from the rigorous sun and oppressing humidity
which prevailed all throughout the month creating a want of not to live.
Raining is good
if it falls on time
extending a prosperity.
Raining turns bad
if it is not timely
releasing a disturbance
.
Raining becomes violent
if it is in excess
bringing a desolation.
With rains light
come a spright.
With rains heavy
come the levy.
With rains scarce
come a sparse.
With rains plenty
come in prosperity.
So as the magnitudes vary
there arise a quandary
as some complicate
others reiterate
The rains do hold
a relativity in ties.
The land looks refreshed as if it had a bath
fresh and cheerful daintily dressed in spic and span
The trees looked green cleared from the dust.
The flowers shine bright with the rain drops twinkling bright.
The land mass lay carefully pressed with the moisture
lent extensively by the copious rains releasing a texture.
The farmlands show a fecundity and lustre
With prosperity all around
the land and people go
around
making merry and love.
With little rains
the land goes dry
parched and desert like
the rivers look haggard
people going in for water
walking all the way
from one end to other
sometimes long distances
with a pot on the head and another on the hip.
The animals suffer and death occur
spoiling the fauna.
The birds migrate to regions
where there is water
What a deviation unpleasant!
making life miserable
as water sustains the world entire.
With the rains pouring all over
seeing it falling is a pleasure moreover.
The droplets fall sharply on the ground
piercing through to the deep ground.
replenishing the soil with a wetness
giving it a fertility with a coolness
Flowing through the area in dearth
and getting suck by the earth
the rain disappears as it comes.
Yet the gleam it delivers
in a pleasant move is miraculous.
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