My first poem - Hope, a bliss!

I wrote this poem around five years back, but I like it. Here it goes. :)

The lanky boy working in the fields
Was the first to notice it.
Leaping up from his work,
He shouted, “The rain – it is here!”


Abandoning his tools,
He raced to the edge of the mango grove,
Silently listening to the sound,
Of the raindrops dripping from the trees’ leaves.
His hands trembled as he slowly held them up against the sky,
Welcoming the rain
With passion,
With joy,
With thankfulness.
“Praise the Lord,” he breathed, his eyes sparkling.
The rain gently stung his lean body,
As it came down faster and faster.
He knew not that his feet were muddy and wet,
And that his only clothing was drenched, he cared not.
To him, the rain was a comfort to his parched soul.
It relieved him
Of his frustration and helplessness.
As he unloaded the weight from his heart,
He pranced around the field,
Looking up to the sky,
And feeling the cold water trickle down his face.
The trees swayed with him,
Turning their heads towards Heaven.
Then as suddenly as it came,
The rain stopped.
From underneath the shelter of a tree,
The boy’s family called, “Get back to work now!”
He did so dutifully, wishing his companion hadn’t left him.
But deep inside his heart, he knew:
Hope, what a bliss!