Rains pour ,
Skies drain themselves and paw down the Earth.
Scorch leaves, dryness leaves.
It is green and life is moving.
Ahead and in absolute and complete.
Definitely, the parched soul gets its innings.
In the lively monsoons, in the happening rains.
Life shall take its paradoxes away, In one sway.
It shall bounce back, shall find its way.
And very definitely life would be there.
Onset and Getting going.
In and out of seclusion.
Just towards diffusion and array of the life.
Whether it rains, goes with out the rain
Life is never the same.
Just like enough of its vast diversity.
This is all that is about that is rains.
Rains are a welcome relief.