RAIN

Melancholic palor draped the village
silence deafening and intimidating
despair loomed large and sorrow adrift in air
voices muffled with hunger and sadness
perhaps couldnt reach the almighty
peasants looked upto the vastness
hoping to find the obstinate rains and the eluding divine
but the ball of blinding incandescence
sordidly continued its lurid sorcery
the fields lay barren and parched
and aridity was the unwielding monarch
no sign of grrenery, no sign of life.
But then the miracle happened
somberly the sun was obscured
tiny drops of nectar fell to the earth
bringing hope till now dearth.
sprang up the life
rejoiced the peasants
life seemed possible and the divine merciful.