Awaiting the Scent of Rain
I remember …
Being awakened to the scent of rain
The joy of first drops of rain falling on parched souls
The blossoming of flowers
The glowing faces
The shimmering rainbow
The melodious droplets
The rustling of leaves
However, in the absence of rain, comes the dreaded drought.
No dews from heaven
No splashing of puddles
No quenching of thirst
No shelter in heat
No peace of mind
We have been through such a long drought for 7 long years
O Rainmaker!
Come here and wash our sins
Pour here and cleanse our souls

September 2011

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