Spattering and sputtering sprinkling the trees
Pattering and pattering splattering the sheathes
Shattering and scattering splashing the panes
Rain like grains drains my strain.
Slanting and canting flipping the fields
Tilting and tipping dropping on leaves
Rippling and riffling bringing the bubbles
Rain, like grace erases my daze
Rain brings life…
You have captured the various moods in just a few lines.
Your words really dances in the rain….
Like the very rain itself torrentially pouring on a tin roof, with its metrical clatter, this one batters away the inertia of matter and bolsters up my spirit. Thank you for the amazing rhyme and rhythm.
Thara good one! Proud of u!
Thara, your poem is so full of every thing about the rain…I miss it in hot and humid Dubai. Do keep writing.