An evocative rain poem, celebrating the many shades and hues of nature, by Dr. Amrinder, exclusively for Different Truths.
Raindrops drum upon my window
Like a bunch of jolly drummers
I cannot help but drum my fingers
Merrily, on my wooden desk
Raindrops tap on my window
Like a tap dancers on a spree
I cannot help but tap my feet with
Wondrous, maddening glee.
Leafy crowns of wind-lashed trees
Sway, like wild head bangers
I cannot help but give free rein
To a whirling, dervish-like frenzy.
I hear the roaring laugh of thunder,
See, the lightening flash of its smile
I cannot help but smile and set
My, long-fettered laughter free.
As ropes of rain plough parched earth
And the world is awash with rapture
I cannot help but shudder in ecstasy
As rain clouds quench my thirst.
©Dr. Amrinder Kaur Bajaj
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Dr. Amrinder Kaur Bajaj is a practicing gynaecologist and the HOD Obs & Gynae at MAX Hospital Pitampura, Delhi. Writing is a passion that has led to the publication of two wellness books, a book of poems, a joke book, and a memoir based on her association with the noted Indian author and columnist Khushwant Singh. She regularly writes columns, articles, travelogues, and short stories for magazines and newspapers and has contributed chapters to medical text books.