RAINS

The pitter-patter
…of the tiny raindrops,
feels as if it is pouring to
soothe down
the smoldering heart of earth
set to fire by the cruel sun..,
over and over again,
with passage of time,
without any mercy…,
without any compassion…,
just to prove the supremacy.
Only did it forgot…
That time is Supreme of them’ all
Reminding each time to ashes,
The fire.., each time
the tiny drop makes a pitter-patter.