Rain itself is an emotion, which I and you have in our lives
Rain is a celebration for some,
While it mourns for some,
We wish it could end all the sorrows, yet it stays in our lives
The pasture in a farm oozes with lush greenery after the rains,
The concrete jungle is wiped out of all its malice after the rains,
Life before rain was dry and desolate
Life after rain is gay with the gifts of nature
Walking in the rain is a pleasure for all,
The splatter of delight on the bodies
Are like spears for some,
And for some they are the sparkling pearls of salvation
Some enjoy the rains, without fearing its cost
But some fear it and miss the splash of happiness
Under the pretext of epidemics
Love blossoms amidst the downpour of crystal
Rain washes out the houses of the poor,
It bestows wealth to those with acres of land
It kills many, but helps some
It is a normal routine for some, for some it’s an uninvited guest
Rain is a lullaby; it is subtle like a mother’s song
It is an end to the desperate wait of a lover, so long
It soothes million hearts and quenches the thirst of the soil
Rain cleanses our sins, and sanctifies our souls
