The First Rain

 The first rain falls, a gentle grace, 

Trees stand in reverence, heads bowed in place. 

Thanking the heavens for the soothing shower, 

Nature's silent prayer, this sacred hour.

Each leaf adorned with a crystal sheen, 

Cleansing the world of what has been. 

In heavy rain, the silence profound, 

No wind to stir, just droplets resound.

Droplets dance on leaves and ground, 

A symphony in each soft sound. 

Gratitude whispered in the mist, 

Earth accepts each drop, a lover's kiss.

Beneath this rain, all glistens bright, 

Bathed in pure, celestial light. 

The trees and earth, in quiet cheer, 

Embrace the rain, their thanks sincere.

BY GEETA BHANWALA