One day when a child
tried to show me rain
falling from the sky
became confused
no cloud I saw there
no drizzling
no drop of falling
where then he found
such falling
where
asked myself many times before sleep
made query within with regular term
one day felt the charm of raining
my soul thundering furious to crack
clouds everywhere
rain began slowly to get me wet
a sense of expansion
a broader feelings of friendship
with nature
began to fall
overwhelmed my conscious
I got wet
rain
rain
rain everywhere
believe I learned from the child...
Pranab K. Chakraborty
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-child-and-rain/
