A day with rain

Voices hushed, horns muted,
By the soft music of rainfall,
Trees and buildings beautifully blurred
By nature’s silvery-gray pall.

Tree branches shiver gently,
As birds noisily ruffle their feathers
Raincoated kids on their way to schools
Dodge buses sloshing through stagnant pools

Bobbing umbrellas of every hue,
And souls drenched and made new,
The air is filled with possibilities,
And joy seems to renew its lease.

What magic there is in a rainy day,
That tugs at the heart in such a lovely way,
Under a rain-cloud covered dome,
Today the world is a pretty poem.

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3 responses to this post.

  1. Paints a very pretty picture 🙂 visualizing this scene is made so easy and makes me wanna grin as wide as the bookworm 😀

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  2. Hey…. you are stealing my theme! 🙂

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  3. Posted by Neela on April 18, 2010 at 3:22 pm

    This is a ‘ feel good’ poem, which seems far from true in Bangalore City at least. The scene you have painted might be more appropriate in Ruskin Bond’s world,–or in some idyllic place in interior England?

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