The clouds are gathering <br />Mon Amor, <br />The ramparts tottering; <br />And yet, as I lay, listless, <br />With only your body to cover me; <br />I fell into a reverie. <br />Plop plop, goes the drops, <br />From the tap afar, <br />Breaking the silence and stillness <br />That hung heavy in the air. <br />A bite, and I jerk back to reality, <br />A suck, and I am transformed, <br />The buzz of bee now replaces the drops. <br />Somewhere out there, amidst the palace and fortress; <br />People get busy with their daily grind, <br />Somewhere within the verdant green of forests, <br />Prevails the call of wild. <br />Someplace, far away, a lone man walks the path, <br />Winding amidst the hills and valleys, trudges along the path. <br />Somewhere near, vast stretches of fields <br />In water now submerged, <br />Amidst the birds who chirp and fly, <br />The children play in mud. <br />A deep thrust, inside me, <br />And then a single drop, <br />I could hear the silence break, <br />Heavily in raindrops.<br /><br />Shruti Goswami<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-of-the-rain-5/
