Rains O ! Rains ...

Hey Friends ! Its raining in Jaipur......This poem ...a tribute to most awaited rains...


Rains O ! Rains ...

O clouds ! You house of rain
how big of them you contain.
When you are full you burst into drop
men and women come out and pop


you walking and thunder quite some loud
Rains ! O Rains !You daughter of cloud.
Every petal of flower is making a laugh
and those butterflies with hopper grass


shrill and thrill with melody trill
you beautify earth on land and hill.
Every inch is washed like clear sky
even the mountain lofty and high.


Hey rain ! You promise !You come all day
let young and old to laugh and play...may rain continue...