Summer Rains

I see the raindrops falling pitter patter,
I see the lightning like a flash light and it didn’t matter,
I hear the mighty thunder like a roar,
Yet all put together is the most beautiful picture, so rare.

The tree along with its leaves and stem,
Bent towards the way the wind takes them,
Holding steadfast to the earth, Oh, the mighty bond,
So as not to be uprooted from the ground.

While the green young leaves has the time still,
The old and yellow ones give in to the call, of the wind and fall,
To the ground, round and round all the way spun,
Only to be dried by the next day’s blazing sun.

Life goes on, even after the rain,
The sun comes the next day, back to it’s domain,
As if, there was no sign of any rain the other day,
And life goes on here, even after our time done on this bay,