It stopped. No it did not.
Plop. Plop. Plop.
It came rushing.
I looked up. Felt it coming, curling down my face. Cool, reviving.
I could smell it, sense it. Something was new, changed.
Plop. Plop. Plop.
I perked up. A wicked smile formed its way.
Mischief danced in those eyes.
Plop. Plop. Plop.
I embraced the freshness. Energy reigned over.
On my toes, I tapped round n round.
Eyes closed, humming, legs waltzed.
Plop. Plop. Plop.
Blushing Earth, trembling violets, rickety steps…
Soggy splashes, drenched spirits…
Arresting moments, carved memoirs…
Forgotten memories, forgiven souls…
Plop. Plop. Plop.
Clouds parted & chuckled, Lightning shrieked…
Roofs clattered, branches dripped…
Raindrops shrugged…
Plop. Plop. Plop.
Joy sprinkled, vigor whisked…
Something unsettled, then unruffled…
Serenity clamored…
P.S.: Monsoon is here and it’s the first shower.
7 comments:
Isnt it little late?
:D it is, but going by how rainy it is in Pune, it is never too late...
It reminds u once in 15 days that it is monsoon going on and not prolonged summer...
So after every 15 days, I get this feeling...
N frankly the post was long due...got some few minutes yesterday n i grabbed the chance to post it...
How do u like it, btw?
Nice post. We could do with some rain here in England! :D
nice one....
would keep visiting...
Nice pic and great images in there, most refreshing!
This was a lovely poem. The last three lines are outstanding. "Serenity clamored..." is the best line I've read all week.
Your story below was interesting too. I didn't see the father thing coming and it was a nice twist.
Keep writing!
Cheers from Chris
@Akasha, Thanks :)
I hope it does rain there...
@Devarshi,
Thank you..Keep reading :)
@Niamh,
Thank you...I actually got inspired by that pic and got drenched and wrote this one...
@Enchanted Oak,
Thank you so much and Welcome :)
I wish my dad every year, but due to some reason missed it this time...to make it up for the mistake, I gave him this surprise...
~Cheers
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