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.
