Raindrop Dance

Charcoal cloud melts in the scorched sky, summer drizzle descends serenading with the fascinating flotilla in arid air. The spectrum of the setting scarlet sun sparkles in the slant splash of the raindrops, soaking the singed malachite meadow, pristine petrichor exudes in amber ambiance. In the moistened crack of the desiccated soil sprouts an olivine sapling after a long while, spreads the tender emerald leaves, cradling the unfurling buds, swaying in breeze with the radiant raindrops, turning into pearls, reflecting the rainbow hues. The raindrops cascade in soft musical torrent on the misty pane of my dripping window, bring back the nostalgic joy of the lost youth to morph into meandering rows in the ballet of the waltzing rills. I hear the silent symphony of melodic youth in the rhythm of the raindrop dance.