droplets of
rain
stippling
on the streets and lanes,
blocks of
charcoal concrete
and pebbles
rocky grey
getting painted into
a blanket of watercolour pools
adding a layered texture,
an extra glimmer to each grain
the plains of hot baked mudlands,
falling asleep at the trance of soothening drizzles
enchanted by the cementy fragrance of the petrichor
the boiling desert duststorms, settling peacefully
into a restful slumber, a lake-like rhythm.
the gurgles of thunder, the stormy roars,
sparks of lighting, electric blue skies,
a domino of cloud bursts, shedding misty showers,
tipping itself into infinite tributaries, as the
buttercups of earth unfold itself,
for the saplings to emerge and rise.
as the pinkening breeze flutters dancily
like a mellow whitecloth whispering in the
golden corn fields of the countryside,
the huts hatched in bamboo and straw
murmuring their kitchen smokes in a carefree ride.
the last few beads of rainwater
glistening purple and green
like rhinestones casting their sheen
over grasses long and tenderly rustling leaves
the yellow-green noons getting coloured
atop into the flickering stars of the blue-black sky
thousands of tiny little gems illuminating the
tapestry of the dark-dark night.
sieving through the intricately carved
chambers of the nature’s abundant fortresses
glimpsing through the wildnernesses of greenery
the scintillating white moonlight.
wait, the quiet of a clear morning is here!
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