The Rain Poem by Ravi Kiran Krovvidi

All hail The mighty Rain,
She reigns supreme from hill to plain,
Ceding relief to farmers,
By showering euphoria on sorrow.

Imperishable, unstoppable as time
There in bower hides a mother
Anguished by natural might,
She sang to god with her voice so bright,
No reply, no pity was shown by the almighty
She kept her lives far,
Widespread epidemic took them too far.

After a while The Rain rained no more,
Still little creature gave no hope
And built her house to cope.