The night was dark with rumbling thunders,
Innumerable secrets and nature’s wonders.
Half asleep and half lost in the sound of rain,
Each drops an inspiration to soothe the pain.
A common thing in the panorama but yet so deep,
Spattering on the rocks as rolling over slope so steep.
As if life of some has only meaning when it ends,
Drops fall dead for earth scars, which it mends.
Little drops with so much vitality to share,
Serving the purpose and no self to care.
Mankind is still untouched by this emotion so far,
Between self and others, there is still a bar.