The Dizzling Raindrops Of Yass

The blazing clouds were ready to shed their teardrops;

We the natives of Odisha were praying for slight sprinkling raindrops.

The sound of drops which used to soothe our eardrum;

Seemed to throb our heart with a glum.

The scent of wet sand which used to please our olfactory receptor;

Was turning to be a cyclone’s inceptor.

The stormy winds which used to be a source of imagination for many writers;

Was giving rise to Yass’s fighters.

The rainy day which used to be a joyful day;

Was tagged as Typhoon Day.