First Rain Of April

First rain of April is of hope
Ahead of a reddened sweltering Sun
And the parched up leaves
of olive and peace..
Puzzles unresolved left a void
Pure the heart of earth silenced
A storm to breathe again
Much away from the noises
Of spite and pennant of odium
On the shattered battlefield
Of borders and warzones
There this ceasefire of rain
Drop by drop a shower of hope
To touch upon a dream
A dream that has the contour of a song
A song that withstood several squalls,
In order to breathe again.
To take in hand solitude as a pure element
To fill the soul with a tender musical note…..

By Rema Pisharody