Rain At My Window
From my window on a summer's rain,
Colour swells and sounds remain.
Trees sway soft in silver streams,
Leaves bow low as if in dreams.
Gentle taps on glass begin,
A quiet world dissolves within.
Distant roads in sudden spray,
Cars rush past then fade away.
Wind chimes hum a fleeting tune,
Cool air breathes a softer noon.
Children laugh in puddled light,
Careless heart in pure delight.
Watchers pause with patient eyes,
While stubborn birds still claim the skies.
Grey or blue, the rain arrives—
With mischief, hope, and brighter lives.
A burst of storm, a crashing call,
A sudden drench that covers all—
Then steady falls in tender hours,
A calming hush in silver showers.
Tanya Kaul
Tanya is a poet inspired by the everyday and the quiet beauty of India’s rainy season. Her work reflects a deep curiosity, a love for nature, and a heartfelt gratitude for the divine, capturing simple moments with warmth and gentle optimism.
3 Comments
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Aditi
This is beautiful ! Soft and subtle 🙂
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Rajiv Kaul
A beautifully vivid glimpse of raindrops dancing across the memory lanes
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Anu
Beautiful captured the summer rains Tanya!