By Mr. Ali Shareef H.Filigasdhoshuge Male Maldives.
Condensed moisture of atmosphere,
Falling in drops down to earth.
Sometimes to the rain forests,
Sometimes to the green fields.
Rain falls on the high mountains,
Comes down as rivers, and flows
On miles and miles.
Through the Jungles, cities and states,
At last, finally ending up its journey to the sea.
In its unending cycle,
The drop of water evaporates.
And it goes up in to the air,
Joining forces with the floating clouds.
What a beautiful sight, below on the ground,
Seen through bird's eye view.
Deep oceans, green trees and
Snow capped mountains,
When descending with the rain.
That raindrop was very lucky,
To find a resting place in a garden,
In the corolla of a pretty flower.
When the hot rays of rising sun,
Wake up the sleeping world.
All the dewdrops evaporate,
To start the unending journey into the air.
Once it was glittering like a gem,
In the bed of a delicate flower.
But next time what will be the destination?
Going up as water vapour,
Joining the clouds that travel with the wind.
To come down again as raindrops,
Maybe to begin an adventurous journey,
In a long winding river zigzaging.