Clouds came floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add colour to my sunset sky."- Rabindranath Tagore
How beautiful is the rain!
After the dust & the heat
In the broad and fiery streets
In the narrow lane,
How beautiful is the rain!
Clattering along the roofs,
Like a large tramp of hoofs,
It gushes and struggles out,
From the throat of the overflowing spout.
Across the window pane
It pours and pours,
Swift and wide,
Like a river down the gutter roars.
The sick man from his chamber
Looks at the twisted brooks,
He feels the cool breath,
Of each little pool.
His fevered brain,
Grows calm again,
And he breaths a blessing,
On the rain.
In the country on every side
Where far and Wide,
Like a spotted hide,
The grass is dry and drier grain
But here comes the always welcome Rain
The numberless drops,
He counts it as no sin,
That he sees therin
Only his own thrift and gain.
-Ishita