I am parched,
I am starved,
Cried the little leaf,
Steeped in grief.
The branch swayed it to sleep,
Embracing it in a firm grip.
Suddenly the clouds bellowed,
The skies opened,
The trees woke up with a start,
Silver drops of rain drenched the bark,
To the roots they streamed,
The barren land screamed,
As the downpour on it tapdanced,
Soaking the caked earth ,
Filling it with joy and mirth.
The air was rich with sweet petrichor of rain,
The little leaf chuckled again and again,
The green colour surged in its vein.
The landscape beamed,
As the rain strummed and drummed,
Tinkled and thrummed,
While the wind played heavenly symphony.
Long awaited rain beings joy and laughter.It brings new life.