It’s grey and misty
And windy and loud
It’s the tempestuous embrace
of an exuberant cloud
It’s a canvas of sturdy, wet trees and lanes
It’s a showcase of at least
ten types of rains
They slant and they slash and frizz around in swirls
Some even patter and form laces in a crystallized world
I’m drenched and I’m happy
And I’m ready for more
I’m on my way to the beach
To hear the sea roar
This is more than a season,
It’s much larger than weather
It’s the liberation of a force
That’s broken through its tether
It’s a heart that is wild
And a heart that is free
It’s a heart that has yielded
And captivated me
And windy and loud
It’s the tempestuous embrace
of an exuberant cloud
It’s a canvas of sturdy, wet trees and lanes
It’s a showcase of at least
ten types of rains
They slant and they slash and frizz around in swirls
Some even patter and form laces in a crystallized world
I’m drenched and I’m happy
And I’m ready for more
I’m on my way to the beach
To hear the sea roar
This is more than a season,
It’s much larger than weather
It’s the liberation of a force
That’s broken through its tether
It’s a heart that is wild
And a heart that is free
It’s a heart that has yielded
And captivated me
Comments
I heard it is raining hard in Mumbai. Now, I am convinced!! :-)
To feel what u feel
When winds are free
To zoom and to reel
When drops are abound
And they fall on the lips
When drops are a beauty on long lasting trips
They come and they stay
They quench and are gay
They are proud and are swift
They are sturdy and are gift
How wondrous it sounds
How cool aloft
When drops are falling
Hard and soft
For a heat struck north Indian your words really arouse the want of the much needed drops highly alluring but still evading us