Early morning,
Tumultuous, thundering, thick, grey cotton tufts,
Gusts of cool, humid breeze -
Carrying fragrance of wet earth,
Heralding incessant Cupid’s arrows,
Penetrating the all-embracing, placid pool
Turning restless,
And metamorphosing -
From transparent sky blue to blurry moss green,
From dim smoky grey to dark Prussian blue……
Swimming and splashing about -
In temperate emotions,
Beneath a cool deluge,
Raised tearful ripples of uneroded memories
Of a warm enclosure,
Amidst an overwhelming downpour
Of a sudden midnight nor’wester.
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