It’s Raining
-BARSHA SAHU
Small roads leading to countryside
Tall palm trees, with sun setting behind
Black clouds waiting to come down
Ladies in colorful saris-
Covering their faces with veil
Bullock carts returning as the evening dawns
Little mud houses buzzing with children
Cool breeze from the sea , blowing my hair.
Swaying green fields and pinkish sky
With silver lining
All eyes staring at the sky –
For spiritual bliss of the nectar
From the heavens brink
Seasons first rain it is –
With smell to die for
Feels divine to walk in rain
Like God’s hands on our head
Dancing to its tunes-
Feeling as light as air
And as cool as the damp soil.