Rain Song Poem by chayamsu v r

the void
roared in full-throated ease;
the vibrant blues
flung a lightning or two;
strolling clouds
splashed sprinkles
on the earth.
a crispy chill crept on to her,
and she shivered in ecstasy.

fragrance of a refreshed soil
softly spread in the sullen air.

tomorrow,
at the moth-hour,
the winged termites will come
for the next day's crows and sparrows,
when a lonely sqyirrel
calls his mate,
and beat the rhythm
to the chirps of birdies.