It appeared the rains would never stop,
The green thunders lose among trees,
We decided to stay put till canopies of God last,
Earthworms make holes that are transparent,
Water fills and makes ducts, a deluge sort of.
Rain pounded yellow-eyed goats, I wonder
What they think under the yellow eyes –
We would be gone and the earth would turn collage of green.
More histories written
By natural calamities than all the wars in the world.
~Saranyan Bv
Bangalore, India
Lovely Poem 👍👍