Wednesday, June 24, 2009

The first rains.
Light as a feather.
Drops flurry about in the breeze, not the real monsoon furor as yet.
For so long now I’ve scoured the skies. Scowled at the sun.
Thank the heavens.
Beneath the leaves too, a fluorescent green.
A strange bird warbles out a tune, three clear notes in three octaves.
To all things, a season.

10 comments:

AmitL said...

Aah-congrats-suna hai barsaat zoron se bhi shuru ho gayi..:)Nice look at the first raindrops.:)

mark said...

how pleasant...

quin browne said...

hurrah!! rain! yes, to every thing there is a season... isn't that a good thing?

abbagirl74 said...

mmm... yes. I love the rain whenever I can get it. Refreshing...

mago said...

"Raindrops keep falling on my head ..." :)

Ricercar said...

very evocative! and i loved the sensations evoked ...

Ricercar said...

very evocative! and i loved the sensations evoked ...

austere said...

Ricer- good to see you here. :)

mago- rains have their own magic, no?


abbagirl- its almost a deluge but any rains are better than none at all... we'd be toast without.

quin- so it is. :)

amit- keeping fingers crossed- it should continue...

PQ said...

Had read in news that this time monsoon predictions are lower...hope I am wrong though...enjoy the rain :-)

austere said...

I hope so too PQ.