The Messenger Of Spring

When the rain comes

Life take a turn.

A new hope it becomes

And dances with a spurn.

Rain brings with it happiness

Of the lost hope

After the dreading weariness

With which life had to cope.

Winter has gone

The spring is yet to come

But it sings a song

Of buds to flower become.

The magic of the star dust

Is in it's every drop.

The bad memories rust

Like the thirst of each crop.

The smell of the fresh soil

Captures your mind.

Evil itself cannot spoil

A moment of such kind.

Mesmerising is the sky

With it's purple robe.

With a sly

All your dark thoughts elope.

Hard was the winter

The beautiful spring will come

And the joy sprinkler

Has it's messenger become.