Pitter – Pattering drops on the window sill
O’ what a view from the top of the mill
Drops from heaven, come dancing down on the fields green,
The wind, the breeze can be felt but not seen
Arms wide open, eyes lightly shut
Smiling faces run out of the tattered huts
Think a little deep; get the grip - the gravity of the rain
One of the rare moments, when dark clouds explain
Look clearly – the cloud
does not have a silver lining,
It is grey, and comes thundering
Darker it is, heavier the rain,
With light outlines, its purpose fails
They loved the dark clouds; the heavy rain
For it diluted their sorrows, washed their pain
So can you open your arms in the darkest hours?
Wear a brave face when the times are sour?
Like Workers of the mill, with tattered huts
Had their arms open, and enjoyed the dim showers.
Smile at adversities, use your reason
Remember how you enjoy the rainy season
