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Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Voice of the Rain: Pre - reading Task
Poets and authors have always been fascinated by nature and its
elements. The one element which has caught the fancy of most creative
writers is the rain.
It has been associated with memories and emotions, freedom and
depression, preserver and destroyer all together. Take a look at how
evocative simple pictures can be when it has rainfall in its panorama.
How do the scientists look at it? Let's try and fill in the required details in the diagram below:
Recall the following poem you studied in class IX and remember it as a monologue of the rain addressed to the readers:
Song of the Rain - Khalil Gibran
I am dotted silver threads dropped from heaven
By the gods. Nature then takes me, to adorn
Her fields and valleys.
I am beautiful pearls, plucked from the
Crown of Ishtar by the daughter of Dawn
To embellish the gardens.
When I cry the hills laugh;
When I humble myself the flowers rejoice;
When I bow, all things are elated.
The field and the cloud are lovers
And between them I am a messenger of mercy.
I quench the thirst of one;
I cure the ailment of the other.
The voice of thunder declares my arrival;
The rainbow announces my departure.
I am like earthly life, which begins at
The feet of the mad elements and ends
Under the upraised wings of death.
I emerge from the heard of the sea
Soar with the breeze. When I see a field in
Need, I descend and embrace the flowers and
The trees in a million little ways.
I touch gently at the windows with my
Soft fingers, and my announcement is a
Welcome song. All can hear, but only
The sensitive can understand.
The heat in the air gives birth to me,
But in turn I kill it,
As woman overcomes man with
The strength she takes from him.
I am the sigh of the sea;
The laughter of the field;
The tears of heaven.
So with love—
Sighs from the deep sea of affection;
Laughter from the colourful field of the spirit;
Tears from the endless heaven of memories.
How beautifully science joins hands with poetry in the stanza below: