Rain Drops

a poem by

Meera

Raindrops on velvety roses
Raindrops on prickly cactus
Each flower with its own texture
Just as rain has its own nature.

Do the raindrops have insights
Into the diverse forms of the flowers?
Petals and thorns live together
And joyously so, with leaves and roots.
So has rain learnt from a flower
To subsist with clouds and thunderbolts.

Rain, sometimes, a pupil of its wet phenomena
More often is a scholar educating intelligentsia
Man is a slave, malleable to the raindrops
Rain is the Lord Paramount,
Eternally awaiting cloud outbursts.