ODE TO THE SUMMER RAIN

The distant drumming noises,
Seemed a million flutes at play.
The pitter-patter was melody,
Drenching the world in its rhyme!

How the trees curtsy,
How the wind bows!
No picture more perfect than thee,
Could one in life see…

Woo…! The chilly wind,
Strikes the face with its might,
Oh now a riot of colours emerge,
As the world plays in rainy light.

A richer tinge adds on to the leaves’ green,
A browner hue cuddles the bark,
A bluer blue embraces the sky,
Oh! The world is having a bath!

 

~The Dreamy Dryad~

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