When the rain is dripping so hard
On the roof tops of our houses
The most pleasant of the noises
Rings our ears with thoughts and memories
The drip-drip of the raindrops
Rolls down the clear glass of our windows,
The raindrops then tell us how we wasted our most needed life portion
Then whenever the rain sprinkles down
As tears of Mother Nature
Reminding all of the humanity that how we wasted her brewed magic portion
And now we human have become blind monstrous creatures,
Who have always upset Mother Nature
And now when we will start to fix the mess
The clock would have stopped ticking,
And all this message comes from a meek, little raindrop,
Rolling down as tears of Mother Nature.
- By Anusha Mozumdar
