Rain

• Sadhana Srinivasan, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2004

pitter, patter, the sound of those two words is like food for a starving person
summer, so warm and joyous near the coast, not so far interstate.
pitter, patter, pitter, patter...summer is yet to come and I'm dreading it.
Rain had better come or the grass would be parched.
pitter, patter, pitter, patter...on the tin roof...why rain in the most unecessary times and stop for a few months of burning heat?
pitter,patter,pitter,patter... how glorious is it to a farmer, how wonderful it is for the drought-stricken earth, how luscious would it be for the dead grass, how sweet would it smell after one miraculous night of rain?
pitter,patter,pitter,patter... I dream of it every night, I dance for it every day, I hope for it every brilliant morning, I pray for it every time the sun nods goodbye.
pitter, patter, pitter, patter... oh stop teasing me, and answer my prayers, for you've yet to complete my awaited requests.....