Raining In Summer

The charcoal cloud miasmic, melts in the ashen scorched sky, summer drizzle descends with the fascinating flotilla that floats in the arid air. The seeping spectrum of the setting scarlet sun sparkles on the slanting splash of the rain drops, soaking the singed malachite meadow, exudes pervasive petrichor, saturating the blazing ambiance. From the moistened crack of the desiccated soil sprouts an olivine sapling after waiting a long while, spreads tender emerald leaves, cradling a cute bud, glistened by the touch of the rhapsodic rain, the pink petals unfurl, draped with twilight tinge. They dance in summer breeze with the radiant rain drops, turning into pearls, reflecting the rainbow hues. With the falling sultry dusk the sprinkling sky sinks, wavers with the cadence of the serenading rain drops, cascading with soft musical torrent on the misty pane of my dripping window. The rain of nostalgic joy, that beguiled the lost youth returns innately inspired to morph into meandering rows in the ballet of dancing rills, I feel roll with silent symphony in the euphoric sanctum of my soul. I hear my mesmerized heart sing the rain song, captivating for a while the memory of the melodic youth, that wanders in the rhythm of splatter with the downpour of delight beyond the arch of rainbow ecstasy in the clement days of raining in summer.