in those days
as cavemen..man feared
the rumble and tumble in the sky
the lightning and thunder
he thought was god's wrath
the god's are at war he would say
today they say
the lightning and thunder
the commotion up there
is a reflection of humans depression
it gathers from each small one
to make it big on the sky
whatever may be the truth is...
the lovely rain after all this
definitely is his caress
a lovely hug from him it is
every tiny dropp of rain is his
fingers touch on me
Samanyan Lakshminarayanan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-finger-s-touch-on-me-in-top-500/
