Then with the fall of every dropp of rain,
From nimbus with a grudge,
Into the lap of lush green trees,
Splash my mother's green roof
Onto my out stretched hands,
Wet are my palms, wet is my soul,
Every enviable note these walls
Must have heard, alas! none like
Your voice, like the raga of the rain
In harmony with the pitter patter,
Tuned with the drums of pelting,
Humming with the drizzle,
Blending with the sounds of the shower,
Whispering into the thunder,
From distance it appears like sweet music,
From near it is sweeter than that,
Like the strike of the lightning,
Like the coolness of the shower,
Your aroma from the wet earth makes me fonder,
The puddles now which have formed at my feet,
With the dusky drops from the roof,
Remind me of the muddle in my heart,
As I innocently hear your voice on the other end,
Blame it on the rain, Blame it all on the rain
Reshma Ramesh
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blame-it-all-on-the-rain/
