The Heavenly Brink

Dispatched from the womb of God,
Hail the trebling raindrops.
Brings about bliss all around,
Cheerful chirpy children feel happy and sound.

Sometimes severe, sometimes mild,
And at times, as playful as a child.
Makes the sound of stadium applause,
Tends to still life, with a pause.

Happily play in the pond - the frog and the duck,
And there are potholes, filled with muck.
Excites the children to make paper boats,
And their mothers dress them in raincoats.

Fills the enormous ocean, drop-by-drop,
Begets clear rills that twine like a warp.
Quenches the thirst of many, down the slope,
Pleases the farmers and boosts them with hope.

Water, water, all around,
Alas! water scarcity knows no bound.
Nature assumes humans to be wise,
To conserve its resources, meagre in size.

Screaming as loud as a thunder,
Art thou raindrops full of anger?
Chattering with its pitch aloud,
As if that's a message for the crowd.

A message to alert the mankind,
So as to Save the Earth & 'be kind'.
Trying to awake the passive and the dormant,
A humble request to alter their devastating potent.

Nature is the best teacher for all,
Brings joy to life, and moves away the pall.
Cherish the blooming roses and the lavishing lawn,
Wake up to sustain it, before it's gone!