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The First Rains...
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…
