Rains - to most of us - are harbingers of joy. When the heavens open to let through a downpour of relief, they inevitably herald visions of lush, sparkling greenery, rich white, flowing water, and monsoon trips.
Living in a city however, means muddy roads, potholes, dirty sidewalks, and of course increased density of traffic. This short piece was a result of being caught in traffic during heavy rains.
Living in a city however, means muddy roads, potholes, dirty sidewalks, and of course increased density of traffic. This short piece was a result of being caught in traffic during heavy rains.
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Pouring down in sheets,
splattering against the road.
Caring not for the earth beneath,
the heavens opened and roared.
Confined in the three-wheeler,
a haze covered the sight.
Like a phoenix rising from ashes,
imagination took a flight.
To the lush green farmlands,
savoring the touch of life.
Dancing in the sweet nectar,
filled with heavenly delight.
To the high and mighty mountains,
dressed in lush green coat.
The canopy of wispy clouds
caressing as they float.
To the tall steep falls,
nestled in mountain's womb.
Water daring the heights,
yet not meeting its doom.
To the angry roaring river,
shackles broken, set free.
Sweeping away one and all,
who dared not to flee.
To the rambunctious childhood,
danced away in first rains.
Feet splashing in the puddles,
not bothered by the stains.
Blaring horns and pungent smells,
clear the mist that led astray.
Leaving behind a smile on lips,
on a dank and muddy rainy day.
splattering against the road.
Caring not for the earth beneath,
the heavens opened and roared.
Confined in the three-wheeler,
a haze covered the sight.
Like a phoenix rising from ashes,
imagination took a flight.
To the lush green farmlands,
savoring the touch of life.
Dancing in the sweet nectar,
filled with heavenly delight.
To the high and mighty mountains,
dressed in lush green coat.
The canopy of wispy clouds
caressing as they float.
To the tall steep falls,
nestled in mountain's womb.
Water daring the heights,
yet not meeting its doom.
To the angry roaring river,
shackles broken, set free.
Sweeping away one and all,
who dared not to flee.
To the rambunctious childhood,
danced away in first rains.
Feet splashing in the puddles,
not bothered by the stains.
Blaring horns and pungent smells,
clear the mist that led astray.
Leaving behind a smile on lips,
on a dank and muddy rainy day.
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