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Tip Tip Rain

Tip- tip rain
At times you arrive like a superfast train
Alas! But you don't pick any passengers,
Rather , sometimes l feel you resurrect as an avenger
Are you asking how and why you are being blamed?
Because at times you jolt everyone's brain,
As to settle the mess of which you are harbinger humans have to deploy jcbs and cranes.

Tip-tip rain
I guess talking to you is mostly vain,
Because, when it's you
It's difficult to tame.
You transform into fire if you fall in torrents.
You are no less than a volcano when you adorn ,when you dress yourself with deadly darkness,thunder and lightning.

Tip-tip rain
Allow me question you
Why for small children you become frightening?
Specially when carrying backpacks
With pinky faces towards school on their tiny feet they march,
With your sudden arrival you make their way tough and harsh.
Their rosy cheeks burn with ire 
As passing vehicles soil their tidy clothes and shoes and you make little angels frown.

Tip- tip rain 
Have you ever given a thought to housewives ,your arrival in the wee hours how badly ,how terribly affects them ?
As a chill runs down their already burdened spines because they can't bear their helping hands absence,
  For it's all because of your untimely presence.

Tip - tip rain 
see your treaty with gales and whimsical rivers has topsy turvied which were once homes as now they are only debris and completely flattened.
See the lines of worries you have carved on poor farmers' faces
As alongwith their crop their happiness your furious arrival washes.

Tip-tip rain
Why can't you follow a timetable and schedule?
Why don't you arrive at night and sing a sweet lullaby?
At night when all are cuddled in their safe homes huddled.
I have read,
I have heard that you are the prettiest pearl
You are the costliest jewel of the Almighty's crown.
If it's true then pay heed to your devotee's prayer and come softly 
Fall slowly
Don't be a tormentor
Praise be to you if you wear the garb of a soothsayer.
Tip - tip rain







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  1. A bold depiction soaking fiery side of our poetic pal monsoon rain.. it rained cats & dogs and your poetic verse gave a befitting sheltered unmbrella taming the so called perceived pet animals and exposing it's true water reflection.. Wishing time tables are followed as we approach praying Mother Nature requesting to be soft and gentle while pouring trained waters.. Appreciate the floody gusty drenched attempt as you took head on with the rainy rampage.. Keep pouring many more wet verses..

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  2. Treatment of subject is different and beautiful.well done

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  3. You have given wings to your views in a totally different manner.Your perspective is awesome.I loved the verse expressing worries of a house wife.keep raining with new ideas.👌👌

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