Rain in Desert रेगिस्तान में बारिश
A parched expanse, a canvas brown,
Where sun-baked sands wear nature’s frown.
No gentle breeze, no verdant hue,
Just endless heat, a sky of blue.
Then, whispers soft, a change takes hold,
A darkening sky, a story told.
The wind, a sigh, begins to weep,
As clouds converge, secrets to keep.
A sudden flash, a thunder’s boom,
And silver threads pierce desert gloom.
The thirsty earth, a silent plea,
Receives the rain, wild and free.
Each tiny drop, a precious gem,
On cracked terrain, a diadem.
The barren land, a whispered sigh,
As life returns, beneath the sky.
A fleeting dance, a liquid grace,
A moment held, in this harsh place.
The desert drinks, a grateful soul,
As rain’s brief magic makes it whole.
And when it ends, the sun’s return,
A softened earth, where new hopes burn.
The desert dreams, a verdant trace,
Of rain’s sweet kiss, in this dry place.
Rain in Desert रेगिस्तान में बारिश
The sky, once parched and cracked with light,
Now gathers clouds in robes of white.
A hush before the tempest sings,
The desert waits with open wings.
The scent of dust begins to rise,
As thunder rolls through amber skies.
A drop, then two, then countless more,
Kiss thirsty earth—its ancient lore.
Cactus spines gleam, their thirst now fed,
Wildflowers bloom in gold and red.
The dunes, once still, now dance and play,
As silver streams carve time away.
The silence breaks with nature’s song,
The rain that once was lost so long,
And for a fleeting, fleeting while,
The desert dreams, the earth must smile.
Rain in Desert रेगिस्तान में बारिश
In the heart of the desert, where silence reigns,
Beneath the vast sky, where the sun never wanes,
A whisper of hope stirs the parched, dusty ground,
As clouds gather softly, a promise profound.
The wind carries secrets, a sweet, gentle tune,
While shadows dance lightly beneath the bright moon.
The air thick with longing, anticipation’s embrace,
As droplets descend with a delicate grace.
Each bead a revival, a kiss from the skies,
Awakening life where the dry earth complies.
Cacti stand taller, their spines glistening bright,
While flowers unfurl in a burst of delight.
The rivers awaken from their slumbering sleep,
As streams weave through canyons, their laughter runs deep.
The desert rejoices in this rare, fleeting gift,
As nature unravels its beauty and rift.
A symphony echoes through valleys and dunes,
In the rain’s gentle patter, the earth softly croons.
For in every droplet that falls from above,
Lies a story of struggle and resilience—of love.
So let us remember this magical sight,
When rain graces deserts and turns dark into light.
A reminder that even in places so dry,
Hope can bloom fiercely beneath an endless sky.
Rain in Desert By Ajay Gautam
