The Parched Earth Poem by Arti Chopra

Dark clouds gather
Coming from seemingly nowhere
Like tinted grey cotton
Or like an old lady's grey hair
A cold wind blows
Cooling the parched skin
Of the children playing in the lanes
And their kith and kin
The leaves on the trees sway slightly
Even they seem to turn to the sky
The trees look withered
And the birds circle expectantly and cry
And then the drops start to fall
The sky has turned threateningly dark
The wind picks up speed
A stray dog does bark
The children cry and splash in the rain
And the birds start to sing
The monsoons are here again
Life has a new zing
The trees are now polished green
Dancing with a new zeal
The earth drinks with a deep thirst
Its wounds soothened
With moisture that can heal
Yet agains the rains have come
Yet again the waiting ceased
Mother Earth has played her magic
The rain gods are truly pleased