A Tribute To Rain Poem by Ruturaj Zadbuke

Rain, so mystical art thee,
I love it when thou art on spree.
Thou make the chaotic world around,
Into a saint with wisdom profound.

Even a cynic dares not to question,
thy purity, thy piousness,
That frees the world from stress,
And generously gifts it with grace.

So good art thee,
That thou don't fail to astound me,
Rich or poor thou doth not care to see,
For everyone there thou always be.

Be it a saint or a sinner,
No one can defer that thou art the winner,
Of hearts of all men,
O! I love thou so much rain.

O! wise Rain, thou teach us wisdom profound,
Tis in thou that the art of giving is found.
The existence of every dropp of thee,
Brings joy and takes away every agony.