Friday, August 26, 2005

Rhyming Rains

The incessant rains trying to suffice,
Thirsty fields, empty wells and nature’s cries

Widening cracks in the barren lands,
Welcoming rains to come and fill,
Vacant gaps, mounting thirst and dry sands
This is nature's time to grow and instill

The lands that were hot are now quenched,
Along with the creatures the trees are drenched

The season that helps a dying bud survive,
Brings hope to life; Behold! Here rains arrive

This season nature takes 9 months to conceive,
A boon is born this season; this is what I perceive

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