#6 (A Pluviophile)

 A PLUVIOPHILE


How majestic is the rain outside

Wherein critters do come out of their hide,

With a touch of grace and Nature’s blessings,

The clouds above stretch high and wide.


With a soft pitter-patter on the window pane,

Falls the magnificent, hopeful rain.

The green shine of the garden and the white tulips,

So lush, for life it does gain.


Your blessings us do seek, oh Mother Nature!

The rain is a boon, to both man and creature!

Dispensable us do seem, so insignificant,

While marvelling at your ever queenlike stature!


Oh, the petrichor in the wonderful breeze,

The man once on edge is now at ease,

Oh what a gift did He bestow upon us,

Sadness and worries thus gradually cease.


Make us, no haste and neither sound,

For thee, rain, shal’st be crowned,

For prosperity and calm that grows fresh,

From the lively, thriving ground.


The field so fresh and the roses with dew,

As the clouds part, revealing a sky so blue.

Farewell, oh, Harbinger of life,

Who’s left a landscape saturated with hue.


-F. Julian

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