Rains....

The rain pours on and on.
And i think from where is it that the sky gets so much water,
But as i am old now, i tend to reason out,
I shift away from the scientific reasoning,
And i say that the rains are the pent up tears of the sky.
It can't say anything but just can cry.
Rain is a form of joy to the children,
A symbol of love and romance to those in love.
A source of inspiration and independence to the young.
A source of thirst quencher to the desert,
A source of destruction to many..
But still the rain remains a favorite for all.
Some think that an untimely rain is a symbol of someone's sorrow.
Where an innocent cannot shed her tears,
Then the sky sheds it for her.
Rains are portrayed in many forms.....
Be it love, joy, sorrow, independence, destruction...
But if i were a child and it rained in the evening...
There would be only one thing that i would say.....
"Rain rain go away,
come again some other day..................