After the deluge's mighty roar subsides,
Vaduthala's verdant beauty softly glides.
In Zen-like stillness,
Raindrops gently cease,
Nature whispers secrets,
Bringing inner peace…
Mist hangs low, veiling horizon in tender grace,
Reflecting in puddles,
Each droplet's trace…
Birdsong resumes its melodious refrain,
As tranquil waters mirror skies again.
In this post-rain hush,
A quiet rebirth,
The earth sighs deeply, shedding old earth's girth.
A moment pregnant with serenity,
Where I find solace in the harmony.
Life's cycles mirrored in each droplet's fall,
I am finding Zen in the rhythm of my heart.
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