With its own powers, the nature did fight, <br />the thunder overpowered the tiny light. <br />Wind did sway all the mind in its way, <br />the lightning swirled with its ray. <br />The newborn cried having heard this struggle, <br />may be, it did realize, the path for survival. <br />The drops just drummed on all it hit <br />and you walked in at that night. <br /> <br />The arrival brought in a wave of happiness <br />and i found a long awaited miracle turning my way. <br />For always I had known, of my path to follow, <br />But your dark clouds blinded me with its pillow. <br />and then, never I felt of my existence as such, <br />Nor I knew my breath did hold much. <br />So in depths, the wavelets did I waive, <br />And lost those breezes in my wander. <br />Now the air did rush in with a flounce, <br />And foamed was the muddy flow. <br />You let me know what I had lost, <br />Mighty enthroned me-but naive had left. <br /> <br />I heard your footsteps clear, <br />You were retracing for my way was clear. <br />The drops dripped quietly from the leaves, <br />and the lightning did shy away into another world, <br />The wind didn't know its way anymore, <br />and the thunder silenced, forgetting to command. <br />I heard my mind treasuring your words, <br />for you were filled in all my senses. <br />Not a dropp of tear my eyes did shed, <br />for it always tried to hold you inside. <br />You let me know of the pleasures, life does hold, <br />And I wait for the next pour, for the best it might hold.<br /><br />Rema Santosh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-rain-94/
