Kavitha Krishnamurthy

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Charisma Of The First Rain - Poem by Kavitha Krishnamurthy

The chilled plummet of the first rain
Descended slowly, fell in a bed of leaf
The leaf caught the pretty pearl
Crystal dew was thus formed

Singing cuckoos, dancing peacocks
The splendor trees magnetized by the tune
A symphony of nature was going on
The rejuvenated souls, the sorrows gone

It was indeed an elating sight
The delighted sun slowly came out
It peeped and witnessed a miraculous vista
Was thoroughly stunned by the splendid beauty

A vibrant rainbow was thus formed
It painted the sky with the astonishing colors
It painted the hearts with new spirits
It was the charisma of the first rain

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  • Tranquil Ocean (3/22/2007 2:01:00 AM)

    You paint a fine picture of the 1st rain.....Also the intoxicating smell of earth when drenched with the first drops of rain...

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, February 5, 2011

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