Wednesday, June 6, 2012

Day 158/366

The smell that captures the earth at it rawest,
The sight of water trapped in the winds,
The captivating beauty of it all unfolding
As the first rains of monsoon pour down.

The humid discomfort to follow
Are gladly forgotten momentarily.
The gleam of the sun on the leaves
Put my mind at ease, at peace.

Before I can go soak it in,
She stops falling on me.
I stand content at the idea
That monsoon's almost ready to begin.


  1. Short and sweet poetic treat,
    Loved the monsoon-post's feat ! :)

  2. So awesomely written. Nice :)