Come Rains Poem by Prasanna Mishra
Come Rains
Pour dear clouds
Pour, with great vengeance
I would welcome your drops
At all hours of the day
Even if it makes
My television monitor blank
And keeps me away from
Brazil playing Holland
I yearn for the nectar
Oozing out from your
Dark bosom
In profuse abandon
The sinner needs the
Smart blast for cleansing
As much as does
The land parched
For quenching her thirst
And, for sustaining Life.
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11/3/2025 6:00:09 PM # 1.0.0
Beautiful write.... Parched lands thirst for rain.... Let it fall in torrents to wash away all stains of sin! Rain is a welcome guest, especially in summer...! . Here in Kerala, we now sleep to the lullaby of monsoon showers!