Poetry: Rain-Rain

Copyright@kamleshsujata1

By Kamlesh Tripathi

RAIN- RAIN

FROM THE NATURE’S DOMAIN,

COMES THE SOOTHING RAIN,

THAT WASHES MY STRAIN,

AND CLEANSES MY BRAIN.

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FOR TO LIVE AND SUSTAIN,

I COLLECT ALL THE SLUDGE AND INSANE,

AND WHEN THE STENCH BECOMES OVERBEARING,

SHE COMES TO CLAIM.

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IN THE TORRENTIAL RAIN,

SHE SHOWERS AND SPLASHES,

HER BLESSINGS AND GAINS,

THAT WE ALL CAN CLAIM.

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FOR IN THE FLUX AND FLOW OF LIFE,

SO OFTEN I MINGLE AND MANGLE,

TO SUIT MY GAINS,

AND WHEN I LOSE COUNT OF SANITY,

I LOOK UP FOR SOOTHING RAINS.

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SHE COMES EVERY YEAR,

AND SHE COMES TO EVERYONE,

SOME LOVE HER AND SOME HATE HER,

BUT NO ONE CAN DO WITHOUT HER.

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SHE’S ALMIGHTY,

SHE’S TNT,

SHE’S A BULLY,

BUT ALSO LIFE GIVING.

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WE ABUSE HER,

WE WASTE HER,

WE TIE HER,

YET WE CAN’T HOLD HER.

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WE DROWN WHEN SHE OVER SHOWERS,

WE PARCH WHEN SHE DOESN’T SHOWER,

AND FROM RAIN TO WATER,

SHE RUNS THE COSMOS FULL THROTTLE.

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AND IN THE MERRY-GO-ROUND OF LIFE,

WHEN I FEEL TORMENTED,

I LOOK UP TO THE SKIES MOMENT BY MOMENT,

TO FIND OUT WHERE IS SHE IN DISGUISE?

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AND WHEN THE FIRST SHOWERS,

STRIKE MOTHER EARTH,

NATURE BLOSSOMS HUMANS SMILE,

AND AMBIENCE RECOILS.

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AND EVERY YEAR,

WHEN MY CHIPS ARE DOWN,

I KNOW IT’S ABOUT TIME,

FOR THE SOOTHING SHOWERS TO COME DOWN.

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AND AS SHE COMES POURING DOWN,

I WALK DOWNHILL AND TO THE DOWNTOWN,

IN MY MACKINTOSH AND GUMBOOTS,

CRISS CROSSING THE PUDDLES AND THE PONDS,

AND HOLDING ON TO MY PLEASANT HORIZONS.

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IS WHEN THE CHILD IN ME SAYS,

ENJOY THE CLOUDY OVERCAST,

AND CELEBRATE THE RAIN,

FOR IT WON’T STAY,

AND SUCH IS THE BLISS OF SOOTHING RAIN.

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