The first rain ....

Storm-clouds roll through the sky, vaunting their thunder, their thunder. Rice-plants bend and sway as the water rushes, Frogs croak, doves huddle and tremble in their nests, O proudly storm-clouds roll through the sky, vaunting their thunder.

Rain-clouds wet my eyes with their blue collyrium, collyrium. I spread out my joy on the shaded new woodland grass, My soul and kadamba-trees blossom together, O coolly rain-clouds wet my eyes with their blue collyrium.

Who wanders high on the palace-tower, hair unravelled, unravelled – Pulling her cloud-blue sari close to her breast? Who gambols in the shock and flame of the lightning, O who is it high on the tower today with hair unravelled? ~Tagore