To quench the thirst
Of the poorest of poor first
On mother earth
You burst

Rain
You burst on the plain
The sun tries to dry you
But in vain

A little child sees float
His long-cherished paper boat
In the water of yours
Gathered in a moat

Lazy boys reluctant to school
Disobey their parent’s rule
While you are unconcerned
And cool

Rain
You must come again
To relieve us
Of the summer heat’s pain

Now as you sleep
Between the dark clouds I peep
And pray to you for thoughts deep

So rain
You must come again
And flow through my nib
Which was till now bane