As the first drops
come dancing down,
Your beauty has
greenery as its crown.
I walk around and
drench my being,
The grey looming
clouds, to pour are keen.
The mountains, through
my window I beckon,
As the effervescence
descends from heaven.
The fragrance of wet
soil and the soaked birds,
Tranquility resides
for yards and yards.
At times the sun rays
struggles out,
How to gain back
supremacy, now that is their doubt.
The scorched land have
heaved sigh of relief,
Rain will bring
respite, is the farmer’s belief.
I sit and pen down my
newest rhythm,
As the glittering drop
descend my window pane with lissome.
At a distance I see
the kids at play,
They jump, they giggle
as the colorful little umbrellas sway.
The smell of steaming
tea and roasted corn fill my nostrils,
The feeling of Mumbai
Rains absolutely thrills.
So let us welcome this
season of romance,
And let it etch
memories, cherished and pronounced.
Aritra Chakrabarty Sengupta
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