Coming Rain Coming
Over there from the forests,
Of the Oak trees....
Coming, coming the troop
Of rains with heavy breeze.
Charging like the troops
Of soldiers coming so fast.
The clouds heavy with water,
Have burst atlast.
They are coming from,
The north hills, coming to my place.
The trees around my house,
Are now waiting in embrace.
They waited long to have bath,
Under the shower of rain.
In heat and in dry dust,
How long can they remain?
Branches are nodding their,
Heads, signing, come o rain soon.
After such a scorching heat,
Come as God's boon! .
poem by Nilakshi Das
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