The Summer Rain

Dark clouds gather in the sky like thousands of elephants moving closely in a battlefield, and as they clash, the negatives against the positives, the sky reverberates with the sound of incessant thunder punctuated by the intrusion of blind-folding silvery creepers of lightning, And in the distant woods, the pea-hens come out and throw their wings made of feathers of amazing hues of blue and, slowly begin their ecstatic walk, resembling the one in a beauty pageant show; but here in Nature's open theatre under the Sun, Far from the 'madding' crowd, the walk transforms soon into a scintillating dance -the Peacock Dance as it is called, and lo to the glorious tune, Called by the singing blue-black cuckoos, perched inside the bushy trees of the forest; And there emanates soon the smell of fresh earth perfuming the air, with a heavenly fragrance. That goes with the arrival of The Season's first shower- The Welcome Summer Rain .