The Rain
Dark looming clouds and chilly wind
precursors to a cool shower
outside my window stands a tree of tamarind
its branches swinging with great power

The birds look frightened
and return to their nests
O' that they are fools
don't know that it's time for fest

The wind gets less vigourous
as the first drop comes down
the children step out of theiri houses
and start dancing like a clown

The rain settles the dust
and clean is the air
I imagine if by any chance
the drops can wash down my despair

The streets look washed
and more verdant are the trees
O' rain will you come down once again
to dissolve all my worries.