Footsteps in the Rain
A poem written on Rainy Season
Stubbornly starched banks, dried rivulets,
Sucked flower-beds and parched streams
Stare at the clear expanse looming up,
Hoping and praying for a change of scene.
The flaming blaze of orange
Shines down with unrelenting force,
Fires rays on the lusterless earth
Burning meadows, fields and parks.
The red is wiped out by a charm.
Thunder is heard all around.
With rare ovation and open arms
Raindrops are welcomed by raising hands.
Pale yellows mellow, turn sublime greens.
Emeralds dot the vista in a sensual sheen
Clouds accompanied by azure showers
Lash the aura with united power.
Seeds burst into saplings
Overjoyed by the irrestible union,
Peacocks come out dancing in glee
Splashing, merrymaking in puddles of blue.
Rain, you are gone by the time its dawn
Refuse to stay, vanish in oblivion
Even then, you break the lifeless spell
by the pitter-patter of your sound.
Will you condescend to come again?
Thou art like him in many ways.
Is that why I long for yo to pour
soaking me from head to toe?
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