Hi everyone, this week I will be featuring a short poem of mine from a few years back when I was visiting Sri Lanka and we were stuck inside while a huge monsoon downpour drenched my aunt’s garden. The monsoon rains in that part of the world are quite different from the thunderstorms we get here in New Zealand. This small poem was written while contemplating the difference between the two. Hope you enjoy it!!
The Smell of Rain
Sweet is the smell of rain Tinkering on the old tin roof Dripping, dropping, and in vain Did I start but stop it did when I moved!
So I stayed, let it start, when it felt To start move and out asunder Droplets big and small to fall and pelt But all I hear is the sound of thunder!
Rivulets gather on the ground Flowing down the footpath to the next door house Pattering softly the smell of rain is found Sweetly, sickly but lightly it does dowse!
Houses, homes and town below, Sounds all familiar but faintly loud Fill the air and play with the breezes now Treetops sway and colourful leaves do crowd.
By Surani Ramachandra
I hope you enjoyed this small poem.
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