The season of rain,
is here to come.
It waits,
until the clouds get dark.
It whispers,
into the ear.
It says,
“...How long, How long…”
The season of rain,
is here to come.
The tree moves,
in the direction-
of the wind.
The breeze probes,
its way in-
Slowly and smoothly.
The season of rain,
is here to come.
She walks down,
the hill and into his arms.
Her hair,
waves at the sky.
Saying,
“I am waiting, I am waiting”
The season of rain,
is here to come.
The birds,
finds it way,
to their nest.
The tiny feet,
rests as the body,
sinks in.
It tucks its head,
and goes to sleep.
The season of rain,
roars-
“I am here, I am here”