Skies have darkened with gathering rain, Gusts of wind blowing the trees insane; Thunder and lightning raging side by side, Fireworks display on the black sky wide; Marking the arrival of the great monsoon. Which has come not a day too soon;
Pitter patter, fall the first shy drops, Pounding soon like marching troops; Heady scent of the fresh wet earth, Parched minds dance with joy and mirth; Pelting rains and wailing winds, Rustle up music in ailing minds; Gushing falls and gurgling streams, Rain soaked children’s happy screams; Up and down sail, the paper boats, Made by angels in dapper coats; Puddles of bliss and croaking frogs, Emerald green moss on floating logs; Misty lanes with glistening stones, Chirping crickets’ heartening notes; Wet sidewalks awash in golden lights, Fluttering moths add to the enchanting sight;
Washed clean of dust and grime, World looks so cool and sublime; Gracing the land with waterfalls, Brightening lives of weary souls; Rains have come back home, I pen a poem in …………..welcome.
Gr8 going mrs kadavath….keep it up