Morning Rain, a poem by Tu Fu

Morning Rain

A photo taken by  BFS Man on flickr

A slight rain comes, bathed in dawn light.
I hear it among treetop leaves before mist
Arrives. Soon it sprinkles the soil and,
Windblown, follows clouds away. Deepened

Colors grace thatch homes for a moment.
Flocks and herds of things wild glisten
Faintly. Then the scent of musk opens across
Half a mountain -- and lingers on past noon.
                                                          ---  Tu Fu

Last Night the Rain Spoke to Me, a poem by Mary Oliver

Last Night the Rain Spoke to Me 

Last night
the rain
spoke to me                              

A photo taken by By chippenziedeutch on flickr

slowly, saying,
what joy
to come falling
out of the brisk cloud,
to be happy again
in a new way
on the earth!
That’s what it said
as it dropped,
smelling of iron,
and vanished
like a dream of the ocean
into the branches
and the grass below.
Then it was over.
The sky cleared.
I was standing
under a tree.
The tree was a tree
with happy leaves,
and I was myself,
and there were stars in the sky
that were also themselves
at the moment
at which moment
my right hand
was holding my left hand
which was holding the tree
which was filled with stars
and the soft rain –
imagine! imagine!
the long and wondrous journeys
still to be ours.
                                      ..... Mary Oliver.

The Rain, a poem by William Henry Davies.

The Rain

I hear leaves drinking rain; 
I hear rich leaves on top 
Giving the poor beneath 
Drop after drop; 
'Tis a sweet noise to hear 
These green leaves drinking near.


And when the Sun comes out, 
After this Rain shall stop, 
A wondrous Light will fill 
Each dark, round drop; 
I hope the Sun shines bright; 
'Twill be a lovely sight.

                                               -- William Henry Davies

An Autumn Rain Scene, a poem by Thomas Hardy

An Autumn Rain Scene

There trudges one to a merry-making

With sturdy swing,

On whom the rain comes down.

To fetch the saving medicament

Is another bent,

On whom the rain comes down.

One slowly drives his herd to the stall

Ere ill befall,

On whom the rain comes down.

This bears his missives of life and death

With quickening breath,

On whom the rain comes down.

One watches for signals of wreck or war

From the hill afar,

On whom the rain comes down.

No care if he gain a shelter or none,

Unhired moves on,

On whom the rain comes down.

And another knows nought of its chilling fall

Upon him aat all,

On whom the rain comes down.

                                                              -- Thomas Hardy  

The Rainy Day, a poem by Rabindranath Tagore

The Rainy Day

Sullen clouds are gathering fast over the black fringe of the

forest.

O child, do not go out!

The palm trees in a row by the lake are smiting their heads

against the dismal sky; the crows with their dragged wings are

silent on the tamarind branches, and the eastern bank of the river

is haunted by a deepening gloom.

Our cow is lowing loud, ties at the fence.

O child, wait here till I bring her into the stall.

Men have crowded into the flooded field to catch the fishes

as they escape from the overflowing ponds; the rain-water is

running in rills through the narrow lanes like a laughing boy who

has run away from his mother to tease her.

Listen, someone is shouting for the boatman at the ford.

O child, the daylight is dim, and the crossing at the ferry

is closed.

The sky seems to ride fast upon the madly rushing rain; the

water in the river is loud and impatient; women have hastened home

early from the Ganges with their filled pitchers.

The evening lamps must be made ready.

O child, do not go out!

The road to the market is desolate, the lane to the river is

slippery. The wind is roaring and struggling among the bamboo

branches like a wild beast tangled in a net. 

                                                                                                                                                                         -- Rabindranath Tagore

Neelkanth mountains covered by dense grey clouds in Badrinath

This picture was taken in Badrinath , Uttarakhand. These are the ranges of Neelkanth mountains of central Himalayas. The entire sky was filled with dark grey clouds. It was drizzling lightly and the cool breeze was blowing everywhere. The entire place looked to carry a very calm, cold, serene mood. This place looked like a surreal one.

Videos

This section will be featuring various videos depicting the different shades and moods of monsoon.