The first gathering clouds looming ,
In the thunderous sky,
Invaded my torrid land through its ,
Me astounding in the firmament,
counted my pulse and drops ecstatically.
Each splatter bore the alphabets,
Of loving earthly odour,
The music of dewdrops is rumbling,
In my corridors,
The pitter patter platter declares the ,
The parable of loving suitors.
The words exchanged in the clumsy lines,
Of crumbled love –letters,
Grows from the epicentre,
Of misty rain,
The rainbow momentarily adds,
The glory and basic colours.
To the relationship of throbbing commotion.
Two souls feels pleasure,
With the devoted aura of first sizzle,
The maiden drops thrilled the basement,
With the tickling of budding petals,
Adding more water to the green pastures,
The first rain lingers in memory of every lovers.