Beholding the silver downpour is such a nice feeling,
Filling me with great joy, sitting near the window pane;
Peering at the showering sky is really appealing,
Insisting a young poet to pen down the beauty of the rain.
The heaven, to me seems to have lowered down.
It is a wonderful sight to gape,
At the droplets striking the thirsty ground'
Quenching the the soil and moulding into a new shape.
The voice of the rain casts magical spells,
Transforming it into a fantasy art,
Where the one above us sings and also tells,
Creating crests and troughs in the ocean of my heart...