A water droplet hangs gracefully from the tip of a palm leaf
and shines brilliantly as a ray of sunlight passes through.
The cuckoo belts out its usual melodious tune -
perhaps wanting the rain to come back soon.
Pigeons and crows wriggle their feathers
having indulged in a natural shower bath.
The baby squirrel has become hyperactive -
squeaking even louder; silencing the sound of the light rain.
The blue kingfisher swoops gently into the pond -
stirred up a bit by the light, much-needed rain.
Skies yet overcast and clouds lying low;
the morning air is so cool, so fresh, so heavenly.
The gentle cool breeze uplifts my mind, body and soul
as I gently take a sip from my cup of cardamom-flavored tea.
The rain-drenched bushes and grass look lush green
as I look outside as if in a trance or a dream.
Gita Ashok
9/10/2010, 3:30 pm