Season's First Rainfall. Poem by Sudipta Bhattacharyya

I was roaming about with pensive mood
In the rain bathed meadow;
A sweet smell of sun soaked earth
Filled my heart with supreme joys.
The earth seemed to me
Like a violin ringing my heart's lyre.
Thousands of music came out of the hush.
I felt the sensation of the season's first rainfall.
My solitude, my pensiveness evaporated
As I sat on the grassy land,
Unknowingly I became an inseparable
Part of my dear old Nature.