The Rainy Day
The Rainy Day
A lot has been said of rains and its gains
Of its beauty and its grace
How it splatters , how it patters
How beauty all around it gathers ..
How a coffee mug pops
How a tea cup hops
Near the window sill how
Softly a tune forms
Rain falls down but
The withered plant does rise
The rose blooms up
And the earth back shines
Oh but lot has been said
Of the sparkle - shining rain
But little shrubs in hurricane
How do they bear?
The unnamed sailing paper boats
Which ocean they attain?
And the sweet dewy petrichor
Which market does contain?