RAIN
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Tuesday, 20 May 2014
RAIN
I want darkness
All over the sky
Tawny grasses
To revive
To walk in the puddle
Getting drenched
Waiting so long
For lashing rain
White clouds tease
In leisurely way
Pitiless sun
Drags the day away
The heart longs for thunder
And the silver flash
The rich and the poor
Get Nature’s lash
The strict mother
Is in teaching mode
Taking away the gifts
She once bestowed
Her whining children
Blame each other
Not yet ready
To face disaster
The planet’s motion
Will not stop
The sun and the moon
Will be as before
Knowledge in subtle form
Will be in stasis
Mother will rise
For another genesis
Posted for Mary’s prompt Rain @ Poetry Jam
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I can feel the longing for rain in your words, Sumana. Something which is hard to imagine here where we get too much rain rather than too little. I like the idea of rain as a strict mother. I hope you do get the rain you yearn for.
ReplyDeleteRain is always welcome. Sumana, this is an awesome poem.
ReplyDeleteI echo your words..................we need rain and lots and lots of it,,,,Indra devta kripa karo!!
ReplyDeleteDrought is unbearable. we know it well here. Cruel and devastating. Do a rain dance...sometimes it works:)
ReplyDeletesome nice wisdom in this...we sometimes have the take the lash...esp when we have been without for so long...smiles....to be without rain everything becomes so dry....and it is a palpable desire.
ReplyDeleteI hear the yearning for rain in this poem, Sumana. Drought can be so very hard, and it is hard to watch everything dry up and die. It does seem sometime that the 'mother' is taking away the gifts she gave freely. I wonder if 'she' is doing this because humans have not taken good care of her gifts. I sometimes think so.
ReplyDeleteI live in Central Oregon on the east side of the Cascade Mountain Range ... considered to be high desert. We are delighted when it rains, which isn't often. I can only imagine how much you desperately need it.
ReplyDeleteI, too, sense your longing for rain... I hope it comes soon.
ReplyDeletewhite clouds tease - love this and that emotion of waiting and longing.
ReplyDeleteMay the rains come where they are so desperately needed.
ReplyDeleteWould rather have rains and floods. Such happenings are better alternatives than no rain. Hopefully rains come around! Wonderful take Sumana!
ReplyDeleteHank
I relate to your wishing for rain. We have had a very dry year so far and now no more significant rain expected until fall at least. Hope you get some rain too!
ReplyDeletethe dearth of wetness resonated in each verse in e different and special way
ReplyDeleteexcellent write
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The yearning for rain - I have so been there. "The heart longs for thunder": palpable and primordial, I think. As thunder heralds the coming of rain. And water is vital to life.
ReplyDeleteI have never lived where there was no rain sometimes not enough but always there has been rain and the needed water.
ReplyDeleteNothing makes us feel so minute and insignificant as the inability to bring the rains when we truly need them ... or stop them when they come in lashing flooding mud making plenty ... Mother nature surely does remind us that we do not control our world ...
ReplyDeletesupple way to paint the circle of rain, with your closing lines ~
ReplyDelete" Pitiless sun
ReplyDeleteDrags the day away"
You have expressed well the yearning for rain!
I specially like the ending, like a warning of a sorts ~ Here, its raining almost everyday ~ I can't imagine what its like to have a dry and pitiless sun days ~ Good one Sumana ~
ReplyDeleteOh your 'Rain' poem just screams exquisiteness and joy! This is a great read for a rainy day. Great poem!!!
ReplyDeleteHow nice it will be if all those carefree happy days are back. Life seasons change everything, yet hopefully, they only make the experience richer even if not as fun anymore.
ReplyDeleteI too am longing for the rains :( Hope it rains soon!! Fingers crossed :D
ReplyDeletehttp://swathishenoy.blogspot.in/2014/05/rains.html
Ah, the balance between dry and wet is what makes all the difference. Drought versus flood and the happy medium in between. Lovely, Sumana!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful piece. So earthy and real.
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