The First Rains...

The intoxicating petrichor of the wet soil

Her plans of sun-bathing are pleasantly spoiled

The gravel-grey clouds spread across the horizon

Different shades of sky indicating change of season

And as the Angels weep in joy

The tear-drop of divine nectar is enjoyed…

Silver pearls of waters delicately reviving the life 

The sun-crisped flowers are wilting as the paradise arrives…

The harbringer are these whispering clouds

Soon the echoes of their altercations are heard out loud

As the rumbling lightning strikes down from the sky

Scavenging for the shelter the little birdies fly

The droplets of moisture sprinkle on the leaves

The outraged thumping don’t allow mortals to heave

As it starts to drizzle outside

The glorious peacock dances with pride

However, two curious eyes are hypnotized by mayhem

When the magnanimous heart learns to condemn

The treacherous showers play hide and seek 

The ingenious mind to the naïve heart speaks

And sedately all the sins are washed away

In the carnage ensued, the gigantic trees sway

As the cascading chilly water gently flows down the window-planes  

Indeed an alluring sight for a pluviophile, are the first rains…