Showers That Speak

The tiny little drops of rain

Journey all through the landscape

Only to restore someone.

Clouds that hold them high up

Take them on joy ride above

But still it longs to come down and unite.

Even though at place high

Her eyes always fixed on mine

For I only make her complete.

The true unconditional love

That the form of drop tiny, takes she

And loses herself, once mingled as whole.

Losing herself she never mourns

Seed of faith she nurtures

Maturing into a tree that shelters others.

Nothing goes in vain of every drop

A carpet of grass always sweep

Soothing the eyes, that only monsoon crop.

Even angels of heaven too dance

As the melody of rain concert

Conveying the message of never-ending hope.

Tiny little drops are they

Pouring out as they find their way

Washing away every thing that lay.