Raindrops

                                       

 It is raining,
Hearing the pitter-patter of the raindrops,
I peeped out of my window.
I saw the shower and felt its coolness,
As thousands on raindrops fell,
gently on the grass below.

The world that surrounded me seemed wet,
While a particular raindrop that fell on my window-pane,
captured my attention.
I looked at it and saw a rainbow in it,
In-fact, I saw the Universe itself.

Oh then I realized that I was in the rain,
Or rather, it was raining within me.
It was raining in the parched lands of dryness.
It was raining in the shoots of growth.

It was raining in my unclear vision,
Now, I see it clear as crystal,
Yes, it was raining.