Summer Rain

The day was hot and dusty
My heart tired and thirsty
Walking in Sun exasperated
Value of my pearls, I debated

Miles I walked, pearls in hand
People saw them with minds in sand
Said, "Not pearls, just stones collected"
Cheek bedewed, my heart berated

Glorifying Earth when came Summer Rain
Sparkled my hand and sparkled again
Deep deep down bent nature's troy
Wet my eyes then beamed in joy!

Diksha Neel.........March 7,8 2006