It’s raining incessantly for the last few days
Falling gently in silvery threads
Weaving a silky veil over the grass lands and the forests.
Its dusk, the dim lights of the sun radiating through the trees and the garden,
With occasional flash of brilliance.
A shooting star, in intense light burned out,
The wind is playing with the frenzied areca nut palms in ‘kavadi attam’
On behalf of nature in need of healing.
The thickening mist is in deep love with pitch darkness,
And the peaking rain is intense, thick, percolating deep into the depths of the parched earth.
A sweet fragrance is there all over, no ‘synthetic French’ perfumes could match.
A thunderstorm is in the making and the nature is in ‘Rudra Tandava’.
Yet, the Inexhaustible wonder of the world never ends!
And is worth for a thousand births and rebirths.