My world of Words

RAIN, Inconceivable experience….

Rainy Day by Rabindranath Tagore

Sullen clouds are gathering fast over the black fringe of the

forest.

O child, do not go out!

The palm trees in a row by the lake are smiting their heads

against the dismal sky; the crows with their dragged wings are

silent on the tamarind branches, and the eastern bank of the river

is haunted by a deepening gloom.

Our cow is lowing loud, ties at the fence.

O child, wait here till I bring her into the stall.

Men have crowded into the flooded field to catch the fishes

as they escape from the overflowing ponds; the rain-water is

running in rills through the narrow lanes like a laughing boy who

has run away from his mother to tease her.

Listen, someone is shouting for the boatman at the ford.

O child, the daylight is dim, and the crossing at the ferry

is closed.

The sky seems to ride fast upon the madly rushing rain; the

water in the river is loud and impatient; women have hastened home

early from the Ganges with their filled pitchers.

The evening lamps must be made ready.

O child, do not go out!

The road to the market is desolate, the lane to the river is

slippery. The wind is roaring and struggling among the bamboo

branches like a wild beast tangled in a net.

Rain, every time I came across this aspiring word , a bunch of frantic memories just pass in front of me..….yet very different from person to person.. It is not just a season to me, it is a beautiful experience which opens treasures of past.I shared both bad and joyful rainy moments in my life .specially I love sitting near window watching rain outside even for long hours......most lovable ...

Those childhood days when I use to go school playing in the rain with all my friends, seeing outside sitting inside the class, finally scolded by my mother to be so wet.., always gives me a chance to get back my childhood once again

Only one thing bit boring ll be walking outside during nonstop rainy days...still I love walking in the middle of the road in the drizzling rain at early morning 5:30 or 6..alone...specially in 100 feet road,been one of my crazy dream still.....
The first rain ah!!!!!, which brings a beautiful mind blowing fragrance of soil, the pleasant sounds made by the water dropping from the roofs, enriched greenery everywhere, playing inside the home having raining outside, enjoying with our paper boats…..each and every moment now just flash away in front of my vision…

I always enjoy rain and it had been a wonderful feeling

for me to remember all those precious beautiful memories inspite of a kind of joy ever and I never miss opportunity to play in the first rain and to be warmly wet...…
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Flimsy like a lace paper window pane

Rattled in a heavy wind blown rain

The rain

The rain came quickly down

And the shutters leaked as they tried in vain

To curb the pelting sound

The rain the rain falls wet and cold

And weakens the hillside ground

Which then gives way and

Tumults over the wall which cannot hold

The rain the rain

When will it end

The rain will never cease

The rain will someday wash our weary souls I am told

The rain the rain the rain the rain

J. K. Bradford