The Villagers

It was the end of Summer,

There was a lot of Drummer,

The day was Sunny,

But that was not Funny .

All were crowding & calling the Rain ,

Dancing and singing near the Drain ,

And praying to the Lord of Rain ,

To rain,rain and Rain............,

They were all Villagers ,

Not doing like Civilizers ,

But that's their cultural Heritage ,

Followed from a long Age .

It was going evening ,

But they were Continuing ,

All this now Finished ,

All the dust now Vanished .

As there was a Big Rain ,

All had forgot their Pain .

Remmebered that big drops of rain ,

All were enjoyed the first Rain ,

Thought of their Grain ,

As the rain was very main .

Happy the farmers Are..,

The children were not so Far ,

Enjoyed the Rain ,

And the Rainbow on the sky .

Birds flew to their nest for rest ,

The sun sank and swiftly the stars ,

Turned in the sky ,looking the Best .

-R.N.SINGH

I had written this poem in 04/07/2003.

when there was the first rain ...........................