giri_passport
Mar 23, 2009, 04:51 AM
The first rain
I saw the first drops of water kissing mother Earth,
I saw her open up her arms and embrace every drop with care and warmth...
Droplets turned into drizzle and soon the brown carpet turned red,
As the ground soaked itself more and more with every minute that sizzled...
The trees shed away their weariness and cleansed themselves,
In the purest form of water pouring right from the skies...
The birds woke up from their slumber and peeked out of their nests,
Happy to see the rain which would in turn drive out many pests...
The animals jumped across to wet themselves,
To clean their bodies in the only natural shower that transpires...
It was indeed a lovely sight, indeed a lovely watch,
The glory of the first rain, nothing else can dare to match...
... Giridhar
I saw the first drops of water kissing mother Earth,
I saw her open up her arms and embrace every drop with care and warmth...
Droplets turned into drizzle and soon the brown carpet turned red,
As the ground soaked itself more and more with every minute that sizzled...
The trees shed away their weariness and cleansed themselves,
In the purest form of water pouring right from the skies...
The birds woke up from their slumber and peeked out of their nests,
Happy to see the rain which would in turn drive out many pests...
The animals jumped across to wet themselves,
To clean their bodies in the only natural shower that transpires...
It was indeed a lovely sight, indeed a lovely watch,
The glory of the first rain, nothing else can dare to match...
... Giridhar