Lush with dreams, imagination,
breezes blowing airy kisses;
Bursting with anticipation,
brimming with sweet promises.
Birdsong hushed in whispered tones,
rapt in wildfree exultation;
Beetles bask on sunbaked stones,
wait in quiet expectation
Then in a burst of joyous laughter,
Thunder roars and storm clouds clash;
Lightning follows seconds after,
in a dazzling splash of flash.
The first rains wash the sky and moon,
to welcome in the new monsoon.
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Great visual imagery this poem invokes! Love the third stanza. Especially the last two lines of it! Nicely written!