a poem by Aarthi John

Little drops fell on the ground;
Laughter and music echoed around;
To the steady rhythm of the rain drops,
Danced the gay peacocks.

The dusty leaves that droop,
Regained their royal look
And stood up erect and straight
Against the dim skylight.

The city wore the garment of beauty;
People were plunged in gaiety.
For minutes three score’ nothing was visible but rain;
It seemed to be nature’s reign.

Screamed in joy the whole city;
But oh, dear! what a pity!
A wicked wind swept away the rain
And it was all in vain.