The first rain.

Cast away, on a barren farm

Nothing but soil under my arm

Sturdy and mighty all around

All of brown mountains and ground

 

Beating from above, center of the sky

The wrath of the sun, no one can lie

Exasperated and tired I lose all hope

Not a drop of water on this mountain’s slope

 

At a distant horizon I see a mass

Will it stop here or adamantly pass

Approaches its shadow slowly gliding

Down the slopes gently sliding

 

Valley now filled with smell of rain

A volunteer here to redeem the pain

Breaking its self, it starts to flow

Aided by gravity to brighten the glow.

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6 Comments Add yours

    1. Vijay says:

      Thanks 🙂 do check out my other posts too

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    1. Vijay says:

      Thank you 🙂 Do check out my other posts too

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      1. Stylograph says:

        Sure…you can also check for my blogs…they are based on simple life experiences…maybe you can find some connections of ur life experiences from it 😊

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