The dark clouds thundered like an empty stomach rumble
The azure sky turned charcoal grey in anticipation
Low high the heavy moisture floated in bloating
And then the downpour finally appeared in an ecstasy
The generous big ones fell down vehemently
Rolling down in inertia of happiness
The small droplets drizzled in minutest iotas
Like sparkling glitterati in the celebration of rains
The heavy pouring on the tin roof splattered
The splashes and sploshes running down the top
the therapeutic white noise relaxing the days burn
Tranquilizing the foliages, sedating the canopies!
The pinging drops hit the tin in triumph
And scatter in felicity, spreading good cheer
The verdure, the vigor of the preening flora
Elicit crisp freshness in my spirits
My every brood, every concern gets dissolved
Slowly and eloquently, in the merriments of this sound
The pattering of rains are rhythm divine,
rhythm of mystic self transcendence
Where I’m uplifted from the vagaries of normalcy
In meditative mindfulness to sheer pleasure
Experiencing the wet indulgent weather
In all its austerity, in all its grandeur!
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