Fugues of bold anticipation,
bounce upon the buoyant breeze;
Grasses in participation,
sway beneath the dusty trees.
Thunder rolls its wild prelude,
Lightning hails the orchestra;
First rains drizzle, soft, subdued,
a most reluctant singing star.
Monsoon winds being to sing,
whistling chorus fills the air;
I'm dancing on a prayer & wing,
as jewelled notedrops deck my hair.
The droplets kiss my laughing face,
to make a veil of soft fine lace!
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