COMES THE NEW RAIN

From the eyes of blue, showers fall.
Among the clouds the sun is hidden.
The nature in a blush welcomes the rain;
like a bride.
In the leaves shine the water drops like silver beads.
From the harp of life rises the song of rain.
With her cold fingers she pats.
Lying on her lap the nature is fed.
Leaves sprout from the sapling anew;
hopes are born here anew.
No more are those burnt fields and orchards
trampled by summer.
The earth adorned in green.
Those cascades, rivers, oceans and brooks
inundate in glee.
Kids wave to their itty- bitty vessels.
Quenching our thirst comes the Gracious lady
to cheer up our spirits, to wipe away woes.