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:
Aah-congrats-suna hai barsaat zoron se bhi shuru ho gayi..:)Nice look at the first raindrops.:)
how pleasant...
hurrah!! rain! yes, to every thing there is a season... isn't that a good thing?
mmm... yes. I love the rain whenever I can get it. Refreshing...
"Raindrops keep falling on my head ..." :)
very evocative! and i loved the sensations evoked ...
very evocative! and i loved the sensations evoked ...
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...
Had read in news that this time monsoon predictions are lower...hope I am wrong though...enjoy the rain :-)
I hope so too PQ.
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