Waiting for the rain

Waiting for the rain short poem

Waiting for the rain

for rain drops to fall on my face

to hear the rat-a-tat on the roof

to see everything turn green

Am waiting for the rains..

When thousand souls come alive

cradle of life brims over

Am waiting for the rains..

When deep despairs pour out

heavens cry alongside you

and the tears bring joy

Am waiting for the rains..

To come home drenched

to long for something warm

to rejoice once again

to live once again..

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Nothing enthralls me anymore, Nothing surprises me anymore, I know not the depth of my own soul, nothing allures me anymore..............
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ratnaprabha raykar
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a fascinating one! I enjoyed reading it

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