Pattering rain,
on my porch.
oh! what a relief,
from the heatful scorch.

And here comes,
the nature's beautiful art,
where, the raindrops,
play strings, in the poet's heart.

That tall palm tree, all swerves and swindles,
with all its leaves, having a bath,
and the bird's tucking their loved ones, inside their feathers,
and the watery feeling, all in my path.

I run to wet myself up.
The magic of the drops falling on my face
is as if, turquoise petals, bloom,
on distant blue mountains,
and some puddles, here and there,
and the presence of natural fountains ....

oh! This surreal rain....


© aashvanshi writes