The Sky Clenches The Pride Poem by J Sheba Anandhi

Showering down on earth are the water drops,
Falling hard on the fields of prosperous crops,
These little drops of water constitute the rain,
These water drops have nothing to do with vain,
But the sky clenches the pride when the light
That falls on these drops gives the rainbow
With seven colors on this arch of the bow,
How pleasant it is for the beholder's eye!
When you look at it you will never say bye.