Rain

The sky wept—
Nature’s
Bleeding—
Rhythms
Percolate
As Dancing girls—
Emotions roared
With anger—
Rain, you are
The muse
Of the sky—
A bard
Welcomes
You with
An ode of
Praise.

Rain

The hymns
Of nature ….
Pounding the
Earth with
An alter call—
Water
Lying in puddles,
A bouquet
Of ripples gazing
At an image
Gestated ….
Thunder and
Lighting,
A roaring frenzy
Of the Corybantic—
The sky remained
Veiled and gloomy ….
All is silent with
The bard, voicing
A tinge of irony.