Touched Poem by lalitha iyer

Wet am I
earth too;
somewhere deep beneath
heart is melting to molten tears
all fears gone
insecurities wiped of
speaks the voice of calm
with lovely gentle charm.
the tap of rain
upon the green breasts
gems of white
they glisten and ball around
the untied bonds of leaves

When it rains
thoughts rain
a new world dawns
birds mate with fervent urge
new lusts are born with faithless haste
earth is shaken with umpteen passions
the urge to sprout competes
in every microcosmic being
man to woman, worm to worm
pig to she pig, frog to frog lady
earth is ringing with bells of alarms
very very deep within the genes
urge to produce kills the lethargies
igniting hot feelings is the cold rain

How to express how rain touches?
its a long long story-a legendary tale
a mystery, the arrival of monsoon
and the washing off of Summer's heart
Summer-could anyone wish Summer
the hot inevitables
the consuming sun, the liquidating temperatures
now, the rain with consummating energy
all cool cool arrives with drowning emotions
and sinking disturbances
remember the little paper boat
the ice stones pelting once in a year
the first rainbow in your childhood days
the first sapling, the first kingfisher you saw
the first love of your school days
the first Mills and Boon you read
Anyway, topping it all rain is a exhaustive lady
she has her never ending charms and deceptive harms
transparent she is a beauty in herself
her multiple dimensions awesome
the breeze her knight in arm
he persuades her to kindle earth
with a world of mushrooming versions
of procreative emulsions
her charms blow off your mind and heart
I am still a slave of the monsoon start
like a tiny lilliputtan I watch and watch
and admire and admire
I grow tinier and tinier
she like a giant avatar dances wildly
and I reduced to insanity
pygmified blink with my zero stability.