Rain poetry

The grass seems greener,
The shed- where I'm relaxing,
is creating the notion of glass cover.
The red walls ahead have been wet,
And the moss over it has emerged
like snakes toppling down to it.

The rain has soaked the grounds-
Shading it green, has brought out
the nostalgic emotions of
wetting the inks of white pages.

The sun too goes dim
to enjoy the very dance
of disparate drops of rain.
The green soil accepts
but the naked one damps.
Slowly & steadily it penetrates-
The water is soaked to grounds
reflecting its goodbye to its height.

The beauty is exposed,
The sight isn't.
The trees still dripping
The sky is now missing.

- Ankan