Earth was heated by the day's sun.
It was sultry, it was stuffy, it made me sweat.
The air became heavy.
The subtle, ever-so-sweet musky fragrance filled the space.
Perspiration vanished,
Fresh air gushed into my lungs.
I scanned the heavens, full of hope;
They had flashed and had sung;
The never-before-seen leaves now sprang up.
The dry dead leaves which lay abandoned,
began dancing in festive circles
The galloping wind tickled the giggling leaflets;
from heaven joined their friends, the droplets.
A cold, moist one fell, and then another;
and in a cascading avalanche, came a zillion others;
quenching the thirst left by the sultry weather.
Like a thousand tablas together, they roared.
The Earth was elated to receive the showers;
welcoming the tiny guests like her own seed.
Onslaught of Rain: the poem by Aditya Mantha is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License.
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