A rumble distant and unseen,
Or hungry pangs unforeseen.
Or is it an ego and display of might?
A baritone roars trying to invoke fright!
Or is it just unflinching love?
Grunting in the shelter of heavenly alcove.
Endless heed for what lies underneath,
Of the infinite stretches that lay beneath!
Evoking an aura appeasing even the bleak,
Levitating soul to joys simple and unique.
Tumbles and pirouettes on the stretches of love,
Rain does evoke bliss and ecstasy that life may disallow!
1 comment:
Someone should sit you down and teach,
Not to be such a freak.
Thunder storms, kid, are nothing
Can you not hear me screaming?
Words you use as a spendthrift would
Prompting a wish that you were a miser good.
Understand I, the flow of your thought,
Only wish I needn't have the dictionary again sought.
Kidding :))
Love the poem and here sweltering in Mumbai am more envious of the rain you enjoy :)
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