The birds on the trees
Where did they go?
They stayed undaunted
All through the dry spell
But at the sight of rain
Where did they huddle?
I drew my car aside
Listening to the rain
Rattle on the window pane
There sped by a youth
On his two wheeler
His fists and teeth, clenched
The road wore a deserted look
Just like all those trees
With not a bird in sight
An occasional car
Made some watery-sound
Breaking my revelry
Stray animals-
Donkey, dog
Cow and buffalo
Stood in meditation
Offering themselves
To the rain
In my fancy
I crawled like an infant
Towards the rattling sound
With my tongue
Ready to lick
A dropp or two!
indira babbellapati
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poem-on-rain-pictures/
