THE MANY FACED RAIN

To children it brings joy,

When the paper boat is a toy.

To players, it brings a cry,

‘How to play, if the court isn't dry?'

To the vendor, it brings a test,

How to protect his goods at the best.

To a man in love, it brings an opportunity,

Of sharing an umbrella with his affinity.  

To the students in school, it brings hope,

Teacher's absence, they won't have to cope.

To mothers it brings concern, and they brood:

‘The clothes aren't dry and the rancidity in food’.

A rain in the Sun is like ice on the burn,

The same in winter damps the timber.

Sometimes a pray for and sometimes a pray

after,

Sometimes a boon and sometimes a disaster.

RAIN

Why does it rain? 
Perhaps, for the earth’s pain!

She has withered under Sun’s strokes

 And suffocated by the chimneys’ smoke.

She runs through the breathless space,

  Sweaty, thirsty - moisture has left no trace.

Apathetic, some nonchalant,  

Forgot to water the plant. 

Why do the clouds burst?

Perhaps to quench their thirst.

  The skyscrapers have covered the sky,  

Stealing light from the passers by. 
Why does the lightning strike? 
Perhaps, for a moments light!