[ The first rain is superbly inspiring. A by-product of the same]
Drops of rain,
Chilling to the core
A swift breeze dousing you in a fragrance
Shivers and sighs,
Clinging fabrics
An explosion of green greeting the eyes
Puddles and splashes
Children’s laughter brightening the streets
Thrilling thunderstorms
And then the lightening, lighting up dark corners,
That tiny fear of revelation
Then the ringing laugh of security
Waterfalls down the hillsides
A million birds chirping at a moment’s respite
Grumbles and groans
At the tiniest indication of the mundane
Spicy scents from every neighborhood shop
Tantalizing the senses further
Unexplained hunger
Satiated by little, by few
Prospects of expeditions
Of adventure
And then of returning home
To a warm bath
Deep philosophical contemplations
Over liquid pleasures
Emotions unveiled through cryptic words.
Invitations to interact
Or implications of solitude
Smiles tears groans moans
Together with the world, or completely alone
