A Midsummer Day's Rain Poem by RONY PATRA

It is the middle of May, and the parched earth
Induces people to pray for a much-needed dearth
Of ravages caused by the sun, and a little bit of rain
To calm their nerves, else they would turn insane

Lo and behold! Black turn the clear skies
To the countless weather-stricken ones, God sends a surprise
The arrival of thunder and lightning signal that rain is here
The onset of breeze and rain chill the atmosphere

Plants rejoice, man and creature revel in this respite
However short-lived it may be, from summer’s dynamite
The earth sings paeans too, it looks replenished now
For this noble gift, it seems God must take a bow

People rush out of their homes, to feel the rain
Cascading down their roofs, into the main drain
The street-urchins seem to be intent on getting drenched
And on having their ever-growing thirst quenched

And then, finally, at night the rain stops
Much to the chagrin of those enjoying the refreshing drops
All good things in life have to come to an end
But there’s no doubt that rain in midsummer is a godsend