After the rain

 AFTER THE RAIN in balochistan

Drip, drip, drip from the twigs and the leaves, 

Drop, drop, drop from the drain-pipe and the eaves,

Plip, plip, plip making dimples in the sand, 

Plap, plap, plap in the palm of my hand. 

Driplets on the petal tips, 

Droplets on the grass, 

A-glistening in the sunlight 

When the rain cloud has passed.  

I love to read.....Sir Imran GR C.E.L.C