Rain Rain Rain,
Up above from the skies
u come,
As drops of joy
As drops of sorrow
As a shower of blessing from the heavens.
Rain Rain Rain,
Pitter patter pitter patter
on the window panes,
thunder and lightning fill up the skies
creating an orchestral symphony.
Rain Rain Rain,
With wind, sun and clouds,
seven colors u bring together
and joy in our hearts.
Rain Rain Rain
A miracle to a drought
A curse when in glut,
tiny silver crystals trickles from up above.
Hi RC:
ReplyDeleteThat is a good try though
Here is what I did with your poem..
Hope you will publish this......
Rain
Down ye pour from the sky
In tiny silver crystal trickles
As drops of joy and sorrow
As a shower of blessing from the heavens.
Pitter patter on the window panes
And on the leaves, playing cymbals
And with thunder and lightning
Thou create an orchestral symphony
Thou art a miracle to drought
A curse when in glut
Bringing joy to our hearts
Like the art of seven colors
Down ye pour from the sky
In tiny silver crystal trickles
As drops of joy and sorrow
As a shower of blessing from the heavens
Wow!! Brilliant... I've to admit that you've "recycled" the poem brilliantly :-)
ReplyDeleteI have put that up in my blog too .. have a look at www.blogunderthesun.blogspot.com
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