Thirty Percent Chance Of Rain - Poem by Seshan Krishnan
Not for applause
Nor care for snickering
Chirp, Chirp, Tweet, Tweet
Unseen birds in an unseen world
Parallel worlds of existence
A cat walks gingerly across the yard
Plop, Plop, water slapping on flat granite
Woo…, Woo.., of a whooping crane.
A whooshing, whispering south wind
Tinkering bells of mini wind chimes
Dry skin feels a tingling chill
The curry leaves are dancing
the birds of paradise palms are nodding
some swaying, some waving
A blue gray overcast sky
Cotton balls saturated and dense
Thirty percent chance of rain.
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