Hear you doubters all! May rain never again from your grace fall. A lady is the monsoon day - she troubles you but the beauty, well that's what stays ;) The last line is unabashedly adapted from a classic poem. But it fits. So it stays.
The Rain is here, the rain its here!
Come all ye' from far and near!
Come ye' to see Lord Varuna's might!
Come behold this glorious sight!
Watch how nature's children dance
And your weaker hearts entrance.
Look how roses dance and sway
Like ne'er before in Summer's day.
From little shrubs to pines that tower -
Bask ye' all in long awaited shower!
Lone rain drops on many sills teeter -
Sparkling tear drops were ne'er sweeter.
Don't forget the fleeting union
That sends forth the soil's opium -
The lovers parted are joined again,
Earth once more waltzes with Rain.
Yet, what's missing? ... Perchance
Poet's hearts yearn for romance?
Despite what his pen may say
(to his heart) Sonnets are all the Monsoon day.
