The sky is overcast with cloud-
The sun knows not where his pride lays;
A stolid day among untiring days.
Continuous thunders, or sounds, loud-
Make the day untrim
Dark and dim.
The Earth looks gloomy under veil
'Tis nothing but fearful symmetry
Can do him deviated from beauty
As he thinks, better be undrunk than smile,
For all living creatures look fervourless
And, matters go pity more or less.
But, in fancy the trees amid these
Nod heads, and lose themselves in glee;
Out of never-ending pensive mood they be
After they have been blown by breeze.
Moreover, drops of water glitter
At the edges of leaves; O, 'tis beyond utter!
At least, twenty or more swans, yet
Are fond of wallowing 'mid deep clay;
As merry-making is their instinct, and play
Joyfully, to forget the woes of lives, abbreviate.
Not the hidden sun nor cloudy sky
Be cause of their live-long sigh.
Pijush Biswas
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-a-rainy-day-10/
