Rains

a poem by Shobha

The rains
my delight
everywhere same
only details change.

The green leaves glisten
and tremble with joy
when the drops touch their body
dust off them washed too.

Puddles of water
children’s delight
to frolic with and to splash about
and sail paper boats in
with dreams and flight of fancy.

The hazy glass panes
with rains trickling
or peeping through
for insight into
the warmth of indoors.

The roads clean
swept off the muck
with cautious drivers
hurrying to destinations
and to the security of homes
and the love of the dear ones.

So stay with us- rains
but just enough
to give us delight
and not impatience
so that we may ask
why not longer
rather than- how much longer.