The Song of a Rain Cloud
I’m a dark rain cloud in the boundless sky
Pouring out rain wherever I pass by;
I move gently, swayed by the evening breeze,
Past the gardens, streams, and mountains with ease.
I was born without a dad or a mom;
I don’t have a name or a concrete form;
I give myself to make the flowers bloom;
To quench your thirst, I dismantle my plume.
I know no predefined path or a map;
As rain, I allow myself to unwrap;
When I lose my form, I persist to be
As every drop in every deep, wide sea.
I’m in every drop of water you drink;
Through the morning dew drops, I smile and wink;
Of the watery blood that fills your heart,
A dead old rain cloud is also a part!
– Shanmugam. P