Rain


It's beautiful to watch rain falling on trees..

They had been dry, dull and dusty...

Throughout the summer...

Eagerly waiting for rain to come..

And when the rain comes... 

he pours his magical charm all over them..

Like a flirtatious lover, 

He makes them dance with him...

In his many tunes and rhythms..

Soon they are all green and shining..

There are tender sprouts all over..

When the Sun shines again...

They flaunt their lustrous greens, 

like girls brimming with love,  

unable to contain their blush..

And they stand waiting for him yet again..


Preetha Raj

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