Why Does It Rain? Poem by Hardik Vaidya

It has been drizzling,
Continuous, as the dark of night.
Melodies unknown, wet the earth,
Sinking deep into her vastness.
New Raga's are scribbled,
Enchanting the moon, shrouded
By jealous clouds.
The earth waits, and it rains.
Stars above, whisper to the clouds below,
Mysteries of loves and tales of passion,
Get gossiped, talked about.
Love of all kinds,
Wild, right, wrong, fair, and that of despair.
The clouds keep their secrets,
Only to betray their own depths,
Weep down below,
The wet earth, waits.
And thus it rains.