The rain has arrived, eventually;
and it is pelting against the window panes.
I see the leaves and vines drinking rain.
I see the rain drenching everything
that falls on its path;
not even sparing the umbrellas and the hats.
I appreciate that the days are long gone
when rain was plenty and predictable.
Long gone are the days when children
would sing for rain to go away
and come again another day;
because daddy, mommy, brother,
sister and all the family wanted to play.
Ooh how I have patiently waited
for you Mr. Rain.
Your arrival has added colour to my gray.
I beg you not to go away so soon.
You have played “Hide and seek”
with me for far too long.
This time come and stay.
And do not allow anyone or anything
to block you again
from coming to me.
Rain on the green grass.
Rain on the trees.
Pat the rooftops all you want.
Bring with you the termites and the ants.
Bring with you the mud.
Compete with the wind,
but do not let it chase you away from me.
Kiss the earth with love
so that Mother Nature can bring new birth;
so that flowers can bloom with life anew;
so that a new dawn and
a new hope can be born.
Beat upon my head
with your liquid drops.
Wet me all over to the skin.
Sing me a lullaby on my roof at night.
Make still pools on the sidewalk.
Make running pools in the gutter.
Wash away all the pains of yesterday.
But do not overdo the act;
let not the running pools
bring me misery or become a deluge
that sweeps me away in my excitement.
I acknowledge that you make
the day cold, and dark, and dreary.
But I rest assured that behind the clouds
is the sun still shining;
and after you are through
with soaking the earth,
please invite the blue skies for me.
Invite the sunshine thereafter;
sunshine after the rain.
And when that time comes, let me see
the sunny side of everything.
This one is a sweet poem.
Thanks Stephanie.