Pitter-patter, Pitter-patter,
sometimes drumming, & the clatter,
yet soothing, with a rhythmic flow,
In these evenings, of Monsoon rain,
As I sat, listening to their symphony...
Not even the occasional sprinkles,
the scare of lightening or thunders,
have stopped me, from getting closer,
and stretch these hands to gather,
the blessings, from nature's glory...
And I wondered, how much I missed,
these falling drops, on roofs & leafs,
as branches sway, dancing with wind,
with cold water, in running streams,
would have felt heavenly...
But we are just lounging inside,
while screens, keeping us occupied,
as ACs fan, circulate the cool air,
we have forgotten the pleasures,
of finding its natural alternatives...
So, I would take these moments,
to immerse self, and appreciate,
be it in drizzles, or the downpours,
watching the sky, as they fall,
looking at ground, as they fall...
And imbibe them all...
Through every (senses) !
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