Raindrops, come, I long for you
with the longing of the oceans,
the river's dry beds,
the peacocks thousand eyes,
looking for the colour missing from the plume,
Come without thunder, with no lightening streaks of a surprise;
come heavy with love that cannot be contained long.

Let each drop be bound
in undivided strength
that will cut through rocks and the avalanche melt.

The fire has been razing to the ground
the trunks and the branches;
the ice has been of a white blue flame

Between the fire and the ice the universe swings
and no lullabies the ocean sings
can put to sleep
the child crying,

The nights are dark when the child cries,
and no fairy-tales, however divine
can put a child to sleep.

Rain, you know how the earth yearns
when your long absence burns
the soil and the fields
and the thirsty birds.
Shield and cover the crust of the earth from the callous mockery of the sun.

Sushama Karnik. (c)

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The Yerres, Rain - Gustave Caillebotte