First rains...

We have long, hot summers in India and the monsoons are eagerly awaited. Especially for the first rains and aroma of wet earth.

Rain rain rain...the first rains are here...

I am sitting on my terrace and watching thunder clouds. The cool wind is ferocious, trying to wipe out the remnants of summer. I try to imagine what earth must be feeling. Earth, brown, dusty and bone weary and pining for his touch, waits in anticipation; waiting and watching for a lover to come home and quench her thirst. It seems like a thousand years since he has held her in his arms. Longing for his return, she looks often at the lightning and thunder, imagining his footsteps.

 

And when he comes, he comes home with all the glory of a warrior returning to his beloved. And she, she runs up to him and opens up to his embrace...

This rain...sweet rain, 
tastes of you 
rolling over my tongue
drenching me
in your embrace.
This rain...sings
warm melodies,
whispers of a forgotten
longing,
in your breathless voice. 
This rain...touching, 
flowing, 
moving into my soul,
making me shiver and sigh.
This rain...dripping, 
from you to me
folding, enfolding
warmth and wetness.
This rain...dark rain
ignites memories...
quenches my thirst

Reviews

[Pradeep Nair]

the rain.. it quenches the thirst of earth ... and then sometimes, the mind and body too... great..

[Sami Khalil]

"This rain...touching,
flowing,
moving into my soul,
making me shiver and sigh.
This rain...dripping,
from you to me
folding, enfolding
warmth and wetness."
That is some good poetry...:)

[bindubabu]

Thank you Sami!

[Sami Khalil]

My pleasure...:)

[Morgan Wolfram]

Lovely poem!

[bindubabu]

Thanks Morgan!

[Morgan Wolfram]

You're welcome :D