T - THE RAIN RETURNS

THE RAIN RETURNS

Pitter-patter came the rains,
Pitter-patter came the rains,
It fell on the rooftops,
To make a sound again and again.

The parched earth,
Drank up the water in a gulp,
Changing its texture,
To soft and moist,
And its colour,
To a darker shade.

The trees out there,
Heaved a sigh of relief,
The drooping leaves,
Stood up again
As if life was pinned
Into them again.

The birds came out and sat,
And bathed in the water splash,
Fluffing their wings,
For the feathers to flash.

The rainwater fell,
And collected and spilled,
And flowed down the slopes,
That came in its way.
Water gushed down the drains,
The streets and the lanes,
And children with paper boats,
Sailed them to flow to a distant place.

Men, women and children in their homes,
Made merry within,
Over steaming cups of tea,
And hot fried snacks with it.

What a grandeur all around,
With the coming of the rains,
People in the streets,
Sought shelter here and there.
Some moved with umbrellas,
Some in their raincoats,
But the children left all these,
To wet themselves in the rain.

What a lovely sight to see,
The rains coming after a blight,
Of course it had to come,
For the season awaited its return.