3. SONG OF THE RAIN. Slightly edited and recast in the true poetic form by P.S.Remesh Chandran, Editor, Sahyadri Books & Bloom Books, Trivandrum. I am dotted silver - threads Dropped from heaven by Gods, Nature takes me then - to Adorn her fields and valleys. I am beautiful pearls - plucked From the crown of Ishtar, By the daughter of Dawn - to Embellish her gardens. Rain, the most joyful thing in this world. A Song Thrush after a Torrential Downpour. When I cry the hills laugh - and When I humble myself The flowers rejoice, and when I Bow, all things are elated. The 'field and cloud are lovers - me a Messenger of mercy between them, I quench the thirst of the field - and Cure th'ailment of the cloud. The 'voice of thunder declares My 'arrival and the rainbow A'nnounces my departure - 'am like Earthly life which begins at The 'feet of mad elements, ends Un'der th'upraised wings of death. I gently touch the windows with my soft fingers. Green Pasteure, blessing of the Rain. Heart 'of