Author: Advika Shailesh Narkar, Class IX C
When the sweet, pleasant petrichor
Soothes my mind and removes all pain
I ask myself, “What is there to abhor,
In the healing power of rain?”
My worries and woes vanish in thin air
As I cycle in the calm, cool rain
The wind comforts me as I declare
My desires amid the melodious refrain.
The wounded soul finds calm solace.
In the embrace of the cold raindrops:
The same rain that washes the face
Nourishes the fields of the crops.
The mind and heart delve into memories
As the rain pours from the sky
I get lost in recollections and reveries
As I sip some soup with a sigh.
There are times of joy and times of uproar
In history’s ride of bliss and pain
Yet the question remains, “What is there to abhor,
In the healing power of rain?”
