June
Eagerly waiting,
Never debating,
Whether monsoon,
Is a boon,
Or a bane.
No disdain.
Pluviophile.
Haven’t heard that in a while!
Fancy word,
Not often heard.
The way the earth smells after the first shower,
Respite from the sweltering heat, is power.
The power to step out at noon.
Shed the prickly cocoon,
That engulfs one with the heat,
That even airconditioning cannot beat.
The gentle pitter patter on window panes,
The cool breeze in empty lanes,
Cats & dogs scurrying to find shelter,
Sudden bursts making people go helter skelter,
Traffic jams, delayed trains, some may sulk & mope,
To me, life coming to a still, is pretty dope!
It is a chance to stop, stare and dream,
Meet your thoughts, get a scare and scream,
The rains will outdo you.
But those who indulge are few.
It is a time to cleanse your soul,
Meeting the inner “you” should be the goal.
