Dr. R. JANARDANA RAO
My heart weeps with rain
Incessant, torrential, cool
Dream seeds long dried
Dormant lying underground
When monsoon embraces
Sprout tender, fresh;
Tears their bounty bring
They are not shed in vain
They drench the parched soul.
My heart sings with rain
In the hushed sound “
The rain comes from heaven
Its music quells toil
The mild tune soothes
Softens the tightened soul
Brings promises green.
My heart flows with rain
Bridges heaven and earth
Brings me hope and faith.