RAIN RAIN RAIN

As hanging cord,falling down the rain
On the track loudly roaring the train

Now the black clouds enveloped the sun ,
Children are making paper boats with fun
The nature is not covered with snow,
Lo, in the western sky there is rain bow
Rain bow looks like a painter’s picture,
it is the God’s hues mixture.

As hanging cord , falling down the rain,
On the track loudly roaring the train;

Often lightening flashing in the dark sky,
Leaves-less tree is shaking with cold ‘as I
Over yon mountains flying the fleecy cloud,
In the cattle-shed ruminating the sheep crowd;
The cocoanut leaves pouring the rain drops
Swinging their heads gaily, the crops.


As hanging cord falling down the rain
On the track loudly roaring the train;


On a bough ravens are flapping their wet wings,
The gloomy thatched-huts have cold lungs;
The nature wiping her dust with the rainfall,
In the streets there is no Wight to call;
Indeed the rain is gazing-stock,
Hearing far the barks of dog flock;


As hanging cord, falling down the rain,
On the track loudly roaring the train.

G.MURALI. 20.02.1993. .