Rain Rain Come Again

Rain rain come again,

for rice, and wheat, and sugarcane.

It’s your home, so don’t be too late,

else many of your friends will perish if it’s too long a wait.

Our land is parched, forlorn and dry.

Tillers and peasants can’t do much, no matter how hard they try!

Hence come back soon and in plenty,

to save us from the fireball’s unrelenting fury

You are the Messiah, you are the savior;

You are the most indispensable life giver-

-sprouting new seeds and rejuvenating dormant life,

-enlivening and cheering every object of life

Your arrival itself marks the celebration of the new festival 

A festival in which all are happy and gay

with greener pastures, vivacious trees and a more beautiful bay.

A festival in which everyone feels blessed and richer

with positively pleasant thoughts that are bright and bigger.

 A festival in which nature itself is embellished with benedictions like-

 The pure and sweet smell of rain in balmy air,

 The fruits with myriad hues dancing delightfully on humble trees,

 The precious echoing sounds of lovable laughter from all around.

It seems as if God is playing a game of rains,

enjoying as much as his other creations while decorating his tree of life.