Minutes To Rainfall Poem by Dwitun Basumatary

Minutes To Rainfall



The breeze and heat is gone
Rushing clouds and furious air
Occupies the chamber of retiring sun.
Treetops hustle about windows rattle
And above the horizon roars the thunder.

People in the streets on way home,
Their brow lashed by the wind.
And well to do office workers,
Including a few well trained soldiers,
Tired and hurried by the storm.

Stood I motionless into the west
Watching the reeds sway up and down.
Down came some river swallows,
And flamingoes high in the air,
Their feathers unbalanced in the whril.

Atlast came then a final scream,
The rain clouds dripped,
The sky gave way,
Here a drop and then another,
Its here! the rain's come.

Tuesday, January 27, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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