Drop by tingling drop.
Shine, sparkle, tickle and slather.
Rush down, to meet the yearning land
Merge, soak, overflow
As do those emotions, storming
Whirling, tumbling, and then
Soothing.
Rain on, deep in the heart too.
There is too much that is parched;
That is yearning.
So that the scent of fresh love
Might, once again, draw me in
To you.
Online, on a rainy line of thought 🙂
22 February, 2011
It rained and rained, this lovely evening 🙂
Picture, courtesy, Google Images 🙂
February 23, 2011 at 1:03 pm
I have been reading The God of Small Things. Just the mention of rain, brings to mind Kerala. 🙂 It has been raining here, too. Spring!
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February 23, 2011 at 2:15 pm
Lovely read, espl for a rain lover as me 🙂
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February 23, 2011 at 4:48 pm
Aruna, thanks for the visit… 🙂 Yes this is kerala now, and hopefully it will keep cool for sometime now :)Arun, thank you 🙂
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February 24, 2011 at 5:36 pm
The lands smile when the skies crythe tears leaving not even a speck dryso too when love flows through the eyethere is no limit not even the sky.Rain on more such poetry Ushs.
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February 28, 2011 at 5:07 pm
Your lines read like “The Song of the Rain”, Kahlil Gibran 🙂 Thanks Govind. You're always generous!
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February 28, 2011 at 5:25 pm
nyc 🙂 :)i luv evrythn abt raini also wrote 4 d frst tym today @http://interpretingthoughts.blogspot.com/
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