The smell of rain, the gutsy misty wind trying its best to take me along
To some far far away place,
The varied hues that the sky transform to,
The varied shapes of dark clouds
Clouds that mingle with sky, trying to become one in that space,
The noise of kids playing in the rain
The shouts of grannys n moms trying to take the kids within their safety zones,
The trembling of branches, of shrubs, of leaves, of flowers ,
And the rain drops competing to settle on them – rain drops like clones-
Are looking at papa puddle and mamma cloud lying low,
All of these trying to drive me crazy with the joy that they bestow !
With every bursting clouds, the blood in my veins rush
With every lightening, my spine shivers
With every drop of rain, my desires melt and flow
With every puddle, my thought accumulate
With every rain, I get an urge to break,
to break all barriers and flow, fall, melt and rush!
