They’re breaking rocks
Bare relentless skies;
Bare backs glistening
With streams of sweat;
And then….it rains!
Arms that lock
Passionate cries
Love lies straining
Before it rests
And then….it rains!
The withering crops
Foresee their demise
The farmer stands ruing
His life accursed
And then it …it rains!
The clock stops
When in her arms, he dies
The clouds all knowing
Share her regret
And then…it rains!
A rotting corpse
Amidst buzzing flies
The warfield brooding
Over bloodied breasts
And then…it rains.
Across the treetops
The pregnant skies
Smiles at the babe suckling
At the mother’s breasts
And then…it rains!!
nadirafromkannur 
Sharp Little Pencil
August 3, 2011 at 8:26
Nadira, so many beautiful images, and haunting ones as well… life and death, side by side and intertwined. Knowing we are made of mostly water only adds to the drama of this poem. Thank you for your thoughtfulness in handling the death of the woman and the man – that circle of life. May it be forever unbroken. Love, Amy
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dreamingthruthetwilight
August 10, 2011 at 8:26
Thank you Amy. The rains always affect me in ways i sometimes cannot express.
Harry Nicholson
July 29, 2011 at 8:26
Ah . . . what did the Buddha say? ‘If it rains, then open up the thatch.’
You write fine verses, Nadira.
Have you had a good Monsoon this year?
dreamingthruthetwilight
August 10, 2011 at 8:26
Thanks Harry. We’re having a really good monsoon in my home state Kerala. I was there for about a month and a half . Here in north India, where I am now, it is humid and hot and not much of rains.
becca givens
July 28, 2011 at 8:26
Nadira – you provide us gifts with each piece you write … thank you for sharing your talent and creative mine … connected with the Divine. Blessings ~~ becca
dreamingthruthetwilight
August 10, 2011 at 8:26
Thank you Becca.:-)
P C JAIN
July 26, 2011 at 8:26
What a depiction of the Pain Sorrow helplessness and Hope
dreamingthruthetwilight
August 10, 2011 at 8:26
Thanks, Jainsaab. I’m glad you like what I write.
surekh
July 26, 2011 at 8:26
All those who have eyes
will not see
all those who see
will not feel…
One who sees ‘n feels is
someone beyond words
but acts as a mirror
that others see their’s own reflectons there.
When one feels the pains of other’s as one’s own
and realises one’s own ‘helplessness’…then it rains…!!!
dreamingthruthetwilight
August 10, 2011 at 8:26
Thank you Surekh . I know you are one of those who can feel the pain of others.
souldipper
July 25, 2011 at 8:26
Cleansing, cooling, calming and rejuvenating? Depends upon the receiver. 🙂
dreamingthruthetwilight
August 10, 2011 at 8:26
Yes indeed. All of the natural elements please us or bother us depending on our frame of mind, doesn’t it? Whether it is beautiful Spring day or a moonlit night, the feelings it evokes in different people would be totally different. So too the rain, I thought.