R for Rhythm and rhyme

Drops of water on dry earth 

soon disappeared into nothingness. 

But when the drops turned to showers, 

Puddles formed and streamlets flowed. 

Lightning danced and thunder bellowed

while the aroma of wetness permeated the air. 

Rain it seemed had washed off the despair. 

Fresh looking trees and bright-coloured flowers 

gave the entire landscape a quaint newness, 

filled the weary minds with calm and mirth. 

Rain sure brought to fore a great many things- 

From myriad thoughts to unacknowledged feelings; 

Memories bundled up and hidden deep – 

All popping out as if awakened from sleep. 

The rhymes we learnt way back in nursery 

spoke of rain with enthusiasm and simplicity. 

With time, simplicity took a multi-layered turn – 

Rain could calm the mind, a heart - it could burn. 

From poems that elevated rain to a fabled plane 

extolling on its role in matters of the heart; 

to those shading it with hues of melancholy,

accusing it of wrecking cities and tearing lives apart

rain wove tales of the lost and found 

leaving us distraught, humbled or just spellbound. 

Rain stirs imaginations like no other, 

showcasing life for it is indeed its mirror. 

Visible or hidden, subtle or stark, 

rain-drops sure leave their mark; 

a lot like the countless moments of our lifetime; 

indeed rain is life, with rhythm and rhyme.