Though I know it is not raining
I hope it did; I am carrying
Colours of life that I wish I could
Mix in me, and then surely I would
Live. Often do people say
‘It was raining on that evil day’
I hope they won’t, because they don’t
Understand rain. They don’t feel rain.
Rainfall is the dancing of clouds and
The song of the Nature. The land
Becomes alive and happy; ‘I’ becomes
‘We’, playing with the paper boats
And all the musicians taking notes
Rain rain, rain-rain.