Wet Moon.....

It rained through seldom dark light,
     when the Moon roared into the empty night.....


It bloomed, blossomed and withered with a piercing thud,
     gloomed in dismay, wondered whether it was the same old bud.....


Walking along was a wet Pearl, to my eyes delight,
     was the same Pearl, which had once roared into the empty night.....


..............sharat achary