The rain

 

She swarms with her dark tress

Dims the dazzle of blazing day

The petrichor sprouts in the mind

Like the dream before a start

She brings smile to the faces

And relief to the parched furrows

The grains that were buried with trust

Transform into seeds when she keeps vow

She hesitates to commence with a drizzle

Then starts pouring in all my thoughts

Finally her ideas gallop upon intense mind

Now firmly saddled like an empress

She inundates every pore with her gushing flow

The froth flushes cache of imagination

She thunders in her passionate rage

My feet are struck firmly and eyes closed

As I freeze,  amazed by the mutiny she raises

When the lady smiles timidly to confess.

 

Delhi

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23.17 hrs

11.7.24