This is a poem on the opulence of the rain, penned by Kahlil Gibran...
Myriads of poetry have tried to express the divine nature of the rain. Only some of them have invigorated readers' hearts and made them sensitive to its importance, efficiency and avail.
Some of the most beautiful expressions in any language come autobiographical.
Here, the rain tells its story incorporating the things it does to nature's creations.
This analysis attempts to paraphrase the whole poem with the properties of a descriptive essay.
The rain thinks too high off itself (and why can't it). This is evident from the tone of the lines in the poem.
The intermittent fall of the rain has been crystallized by calling it dotted threads. It is dropped from heaven (the abode of God and his minions) by the gods. Here, the divine inclusion is done so as to realize that rain is a special offering from divinity itself.
Nature then takes it to adorn her fields and valleys on the blue planet. Then we have an important interesting stanza that tells us more about its origin from the places high in the troposphere.
Lord Ishtar is invoked in the same stanza. He seems to be a contradiction in himself. He's the God of War and love.
The "pearls" are then used to embellish the "garden" that is the earth.
We see the cocky demeanour of the rain in the next stanza.
It says, "when I cry the hills laugh" referring to those physical formations that get elated during rain.
The flowers rejoice and all of them make merry.
The fields and the clouds are called lovers. In this romantic association, the rain acts as an aid in their courtship.
A "messenger of mercy", it calls itself. Thunder declares its arrival and the rainbow, its departure.
The rain is like the cycle of earthly life, it begins at the feet of wild natural elements. As we all know, it emerges from the sea due to the physical process of evaporation.
When it sees a field in need, it descends to embrace it. It touches the windows with its "soft fingers" and its arrival becomes as merry as a welcome song.
"All can hear it but only the sensitive can understand" This is explained as follows: -
The smell of the rain, when it rains, is wonderfully aromatic. Rainy days are the ones that children enjoy playing, lovers exchange romantic gestures, and old people reminisce about their childhood.
The flowers show off their colours, some animals mate to give light to the next generation, etc.
There is bliss born in every creature and inanimate thing on this planet.
A sensitive and receptive mind can appreciate value which is important in the lives of God's creations.
It is understandable and natural that something of such a calibre to get cocky in a suave manner