Droplets of water falling on my head
Heavens opening up releasing sans partiality
The ambrosia from above, uniformly!
Parched earth drinking greedily again n again
While unable to absorb dense concrete pavements
Dispatch these raindrops unceremoniously
Marching them in the formation of tiny
Rivulets losing their identity
Down the drains.
Where drains have stuffed mouths
There is flooding and sloshing
Meanwhile moving cars scare up muddy spurts
Spraying on the unwary passersby
Who disdainfully brush it off
All in a day’s work.
In gardens and yards, there is sudden rejuvenation
Feathered twitter, flowers n leaves all perk up
Blooming gleefully in celebration
Partaking of this manna, a windfall much welcomed
The frogs as well are all in high gear and
Leap riveting and riveted
Nests are again inhabited by birds who earlier
Were cowering, hiding in deference to the raindrops
Falling on the head
Even the squirrels all hurry off
Hither n thither away from the wet
House pets too slink indoors
Overhead wires and cables
Become stringed pearls
Fit for royalty
Sunlight touches these drops transforming them
Into balls of fire exuding myriad colors
Pleasing the eye.
Shingled roof tops become wet and shiny
Houses after the wash become squeaky clean
Dust-free and inviting purified air
A gift of the raindrops
Provides a jumpstart to life
And all around there is a quiet sense of happiness.
“Criticism, like rain, should be gentle enough to nourish a man’s growth
without destroying his roots.” -Frank A. Clark