Petrichor in moist air
quenched soil, wet asphalt
rain soaked trees and flower beds
ethereal humidity
subtle haze in patches
contrasted by a slice of sun
occasionally peeping through
shrouds of vagrant greyish white clouds
floating lazily in a labyrinth
against a deep blue sky
beaming moving images
of light and shade on the ground
like projector of a cinema screen
conspiring  to reassemble
for another bout of rain

On the distant horizon
emerges in all its glory and sparkle
resting royally on billions of suspended water drops
pretty frame of a rainbow
encompassing the landscape
nature in its prime and sublime

I sit sipping a cup of tea
against the window
hoping and wishing
maybe some day
sins of humans
the hatred, the caste divide, the racism
would be washed away too
and buried deep
into the damp soil
after the rain.

Maybe some day..



  
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