The Protagonist

Ode to The August Rain

From the sweet nectar of your heavy clouds
Splatters some showers of droplets of the rain,
That quenches the thirst of summer dried ground,
Where sooner starts flooding the dirt and the flame.
The popping of effervescent liquid in the pond
Would sound melodies where crickets and toads
Sing a lullaby for the storm to be calm;
But the wind whirrs loudly with further intimate blows.
The breeze cools the warm bloods at the fauna,
And clouding the air through its blurry mist in the night.
Yet the spring blooms through its flaunting floras,
With sparkling dewdrops due to the morning light.


By the rocky edges of the waterfall cascade
Flow your crystal-clear tears from the storm of yesterday.
But if seen from a painter's view, there pictures a serene landscape;
A decent ambience alluring to my eyes. "Wonderful!", I say.
I long for your presence again, and I know it will not be soon.
For the skies pale from blue to gray, your visit shall be at noon.
Go and wash our sweat through yours;
Cleanse our body not in lukewarm pour;
Rain for rounds of splashing on this earthly floor;
With flashes of lightning and thunderous roar.