Greyness surrounds me like the darkness of death,
Its dreariness sapping away all my cheer,
On a rainy day, with no other colour left,
Dullness pours from far and near.

Even the green hills are now monotonous,
Hidden behind a curtain of downpour,
My appetite becomes so ravenous,
I eat all which my refrigerator could store.

But I am still hungry, I still yearn,
For a touch of light, for a warm embrace,
However pretty they are, rainy days never learn,
The affection of love, the glow of grace.

I see a few birds flying across,
Their wings flapping with ease,
May be the rains looks to be drying down,
I think, and with the remnant wetness, I sneeze.

Creeping through the shadowy clouds,
Come golden rushes of light,
As if the answer to all the world’s doubts,
The end to this dampness, this messy sight.

And the drops of rain when kissed by the sun,
Radiate like the eyes of a new-born child,
In their dance of delight they display,
The myriad colours of life.

Colours of joy, hues of sorrow,
A shade of today, a tone of tomorrow,
Spreading far and wide as if occupying emptiness,
Redefining the landscape by telling more with less.

They would be here for a moment or so,
As they have many more places to go,
To wherever there is hopelessness,
To help people form their distress.

And as they go they leave a message,
That life is as transitory as they are,
Just a moment separates birth and death,
Today you are near, tomorrow you may be far.