Summer Rain
The parched ground
And blistering heat
Cicadas screeching for aqua
The burning skies
Blinding eyes
Pastel colours
And the hazy wait for reprieve
Then a drop
The spatter on the skin
The second in the shoulder
Third on the spin
The fourth on the face, sixth, seventh and eighth
Till there are too many to enumerate
The rolling rumble in the distance
Climbing to a thunderous roar
Releasing into sheets of rain
The smell of the earth's petrichor
Quenching it's thirst
In an effort to reimburse
Hazy colours
Wide eyed
Cloudy skies
Frogs feeling the aqua
The water blistering the streams
On the wet ground
A flash of light
Cloaking the sight
In black and white
Searing the memory into your eyes
After a time, the steam is gone and the roar no more
The rain falls only under the flickering streetlight
And into the black night
Then, there! under the yellow light
The outside resplendent in the moonlight
So, You say to yourself under the covers
April showers bring May flowers.
Copyright © Sneha Chandy | Year Posted 2020
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