THOSE FIRST SHOWERS

A streak of lightning

And a mighty roar

Shattered the eerie silence

Of the torrid summer.

It signalled the end

Of an ordeal

That was long overdue

With a sigh of relief.

Aroused those pregnant clouds

Adrift high above

With a tender touch

To answer the nature's call.

In grief and anxiety

The parched earth

Smiled to receive

The first showers.

Those cool and loving touch

Heralds an era of

Progress and prosperity

For all alike.

The ensuing embrace

Pull us out of our hiding

With outstretched arms

a of

tender touch