Rain Rain Rain Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Rain, rain, rain,
And it is raining.

It is rain
That gives us food
And we all men,
Birds, beasts, trees
And plants come into being.

Rain, rain, rain
And it is raining.

Rain comes
From our sacrifice,
Sacrifice is born
Out of our action,
And action has its
Origin in Truth,
And Truth is imperishable
And so rain is lovable.

You are lovely,
My dear rain,
You ever vests
In sacrifice as my
All-pervading infinite
Ever vests in sacrifice* .


* Sacrifice is called Yajna
Yajna is also tyaga
or offering of oblations to
sacred fire
it also means charity and penance
renunciation and relinquishment
without being attachment.