The Scent Of Rain

As the scorching summer,

Gives way to the rain clouds’ shimmer,

The Sun hides behind a cloudy blanket,

The atmosphere cools and all is set,

Frogs serenade a croaking chant,

While a sliver of joy streaks every plant,

The earthy fragrance wafts across,

And the booming thunder lends a toss,

Dry ponds and lakes yearn like lovers,

Waiting passionately for bounteous rainwaters,

Barren lands send up prayers,

To the Goddess of fertility for glorious showers,

The scent of rain gently emanates,

Flashes of lightning inaugurate,

The rainy festival then commences,

The rain symphony soulfully cadences,

The drizzle turns to a shower and more,

The shower charges into a downpour,

Lakes and ponds brim with watery powers,

Roads are flooded like flowing rivers,

Drenched and soaked in every creature,

Indeed the rainy season is a great leveller,

Raindrops glimmer like sparkling diamonds,

Adorning every leaf like priceless ornaments,

Puddles and pools like miniature lakes,

Paper boat sail as children make mud cakes,

While some are revelling in the testing torrents,

Others are grumbling in inundated pavements,

Pitiless politicians seize the moment,

Providing relief, they win hearts with the sentiment,

Drought-hit lands turn into greeny havens,

As the magic of the rain enchants and gladdens,

The lifeless tree that pretends to be dead,

Suddenly comes alive with new red leaves,

While the dormant seed beneath the soil rests,

The rain resurrects to make the forests,

Depressions brew up creating low-pressure,

Inviting the rushing rain for life-giving treasure,

Weather forecasts and flash news go abuzz,

Measuring up the inches of rainfall in a fuzz,

As the unending torrent torments the land,

Taking inevitable fate in her hands,

Decimating everything on her way,

The rain flood has everything in her sway,

The gushing deluge goes unbridled,

Upsetting many a fortune unsettled,

Frenzied people throng for rescue,

And good samaritans are left with no clue,

Many a hut and house gets toppled,

While kith and kin are marooned and baffled,

Water tables are up and rising again,

Promising the end of thirst and starvation,

People spend time whining and grimacing,

letting the surplus water go waste to nothing,

If only they practice rain-water harvesting,

Drought and starvation would come to an end,

Music, music, music in the air,

Pitter-patter goes the rain’s flair,

Every soul is refreshed and rejuvenated,

Heaven’s messenger is forever blessed.