Rain Ambit…

Rain is a chisel gently carving

Lightly leaving its mark on every piece of rock

Rain is a kiss fondly brushing the trees

Making them blush in green

Rain is confetti falling from sky

Encompassing all that comes in the way

Rain is a song that you feel more than you hear

Rain is a dancer tap dancing on rooftops

Inviting us all to join the fun

Rain is that cup of tea for which

You waited patiently as the warmth was needed

In the cold of things

Rain is bliss like an old memory, like an old sound, like an old friend

Rain is love of sky for the earth, it falls again and again

Expecting nothing in return

Rain is ghost sometimes it just lurks suspiciously

Around us, not really falling, not really seen

Rain is liquid oxygen

No rain, no life, no zing!!