O Rain!

O Rain! O Rain!

Without my permission,

You always,

Take away my pain.

Who composed,

your music?

who sent,

you  down?

I always wonder,

and always frown.

You purify everything,

from your touch,

give a seed,

a new birth.

I always, lift my head,

towards the sky,

but your drop,

compel me,

to close my eye.

Everyone enjoy you,

and forget  their strain,

without my permission

you always take away my pain..

                ~M.J.

On this chilling winter in New Delhi I am missing  Rain- Is anything wrong with me?