Then with the fall of every dropp of rain, <br />From nimbus with a grudge, <br />Into the lap of lush green trees, <br />Splash my mother's green roof <br />Onto my out stretched hands, <br />Wet are my palms, wet is my soul, <br />Every enviable note these walls <br />Must have heard, alas! none like <br />Your voice, like the raga of the rain <br />In harmony with the pitter patter, <br />Tuned with the drums of pelting, <br />Humming with the drizzle, <br />Blending with the sounds of the shower, <br />Whispering into the thunder, <br />From distance it appears like sweet music, <br />From near it is sweeter than that, <br />Like the strike of the lightning, <br />Like the coolness of the shower, <br />Your aroma from the wet earth makes me fonder, <br />The puddles now which have formed at my feet, <br />With the dusky drops from the roof, <br />Remind me of the muddle in my heart, <br />As I innocently hear your voice on the other end, <br />Blame it on the rain, Blame it all on the rain<br /><br />Reshma Ramesh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blame-it-all-on-the-rain/
