I've perpetually felt, that Rain is an overarching, coincidental mystery.
Apart from the Science that confers, the evaporation-
Condensation cycle to it, Rain pertains to a subterranean, impenetrable,
Belief of the human mind, that Nature too plays an undeniable role,
In human emotions.

At moments of jovial extremities, we are taken to believe that,
A downpour is intended to join, to intensify the magnitude,
Of our merriment. The rains then, seem to transmute,
Into a tempestuous manifestation, of devout euphoria.

At junctures of woeful dolour, and lamenting the undeniably bitter realities,
We feel that a violent shower is intended to share our anguish, to weep-
With us, in our excruciating pathos. The rains, as well seem,
To help us out of plunging in interminable grief.

Rain is a solace, to few others-the earthbound peasantry,
Who owe their fortunes to the timely commencements of-
The Rain deities. But Rains surpassing the compelled levels,
Is considered a curse, a sign of the imminent withering,
Of tranquility and crops, from inculpable lives and plentiful farmlands!

A Rain can change lives in many ways. Either will it bestow gain,
Or inflict pain. Whatever it is, we believe in deference to our mind's choices.
We comfortably interpret Rain, to be the source of all our emotions.
As a part of Nature, we're also bound to take part piously,
In Rain's proceedings, despite the undue nature of emotional cloudbursts.

Get yourselves wet in almost all rains possible, cos if rains can emote,
The courtesy to share our feelings, then we should too, in return.
Rains aren't the pioneers of detachment.Instead, they are-
The patronisers of dual-entwined extremities.