We often forget to look at the nature. We belong to the century of rat race. We are always racing and running after the mundane happiness. Our existence lies in the lost value of humanity these days. The only excuse we have is that we don't have enough time. The bond between man and nature is from time immemorial. Nature is our greatest teacher, if we follow Her from heart. Nature is always giving everything for the wellbeing of mankind. But,we are only the taker from Mother Nature. In the name of the progression of civilisation, we are going on to snatch all the resources from Nature. We don't bother to pause for a moment and appreciates the beauty ,the divinity of Nature. It’s a high time to show our gratitude to Dear Nature for her unbounded resources that help to grow mankind in many ways. Don’t we have the duty to create the scope for nature to grow at its own pace?Poet Wordsmith admitted that “The World is too much with us". The dance,the music that overflow through nature,we forget to acknowledge that. This  poem is  dedicated to a particular season of Nature that has an immense impact on my mind on a personal level.  

Oh,!dear rain,

The first splash  

Soil soaked smell..

Like a blessing  

After such heat and sweat

Seems to pour the soul

To the fields  

That seems almost barren,

Too soft,tender

As if whispering the  

Melancholic melody

We often try to forget  

We often  try to ignore  

The real core of life

That always soar

With its imaginative wings

That pagan within  

Which always pushes  

Motivates to do something good  

Oh rain!,

How soul soothing moisture  

You give..

To refuge our scorched existence!

The mundane everything  

Breathes the fresh..

And gets vibrated  

With the rhythm of the drops  

The green in us

Becomes more vigorous  

The buoyancy and joy

That nature imparts

Oh,dear rain..

Come and hug us

With your humble wet bend

The symphony you create

Is quite dear after such dreary dry

Oh,dear rain  

Unfold your wings of  

Life that is brimming too high!

The sublimity, the divinity  

The ethereal hymn that  

Evade all human gloom  

Let us learn that high Holiness  

Which may awaken our

Deep slumbering soul

From the dark cave of

Deliberate disdain and apathy

Let you be that Holy Grail  

For us

To wash away the stigma  

In the collective conscience  

Let your drops be the prelude  

To resurrect our virtuous song.