"Parched Hope" Darkened skies weep, fat drops descend, Unseen paths where their journeys bend. Anticipation hangs heavy in the air, Each drop a bead of sweat, a farmer's prayer. A gentle breeze whispers secrets untold, As clouds dance, painting the world in gold. The wait ends, a test by nature's hand, Pour, heavens, revive the parched land. Life gasps, earth cracks with thirst's despair, A steady downpour, a cleansing prayer. Emerald cloaks adorn the earth anew, Seeds awaken, dreams take flight, bathed in dew. ©Santosh Jangam

#poem The poem captures the essence of waiting for rain, symbolizing hope and perseverance during difficult times. It emphasizes that patience is rewarded, and new beginnings emerge from hardship.