Hungry eyes,
Gape outside,
The balcony
To the panorama below.
Angry mind.
Wants to leap outside,And be cooled by
By the rain dewed breeze.
The smell of the wet earth,
Rises up.
Its fragrance-
Enthralling.
Thrilling-in its freshness.
Heralding,
To the cycle of nature,
That always restores all balance.
The smell of the wet earth,
Whets my hunger.
Quenches my thirst.
As I think of
My time outside,
Soon as 6 pm
Would be clocked.
The weather outside,
Re- invigourates me,
With a new zeal.
The greens of the trees,
Go swish-swish, outside.
The parched roads,
Soon wet and wild.
Dirty footsteps on the blackened cement,
Quiver in anticipation of
Withering by.
No dirt no more.
A feel of the clean
Settles anew.
Minds are joyous again,
As the crows swoop down,
Their black feathers flashing,
In the darkening sky.
The clouds overhead,
Grey in worry,
As they Rush and Collide,
To burst forth fast
And save their bladder.
Humanity chants silently,
A prayer of gratitude.
And spread their hands
To welcome the showers.
Love blossoms afresh,
As the pairs
Look into the well-known eyes,
To catch glimpses of
A childish innocence-
Never witnessed.
Hands are held in warmth,
As the passion simmers
Under the surface.
Its bubbling sound,
Only heard by the one,
Who is the other half,
Of the inverted right.
Cars honk by still,
But their screech-
A melody now.
As their beat,
Throbs with the rush of Life.
Long hair swinging by,
The girls run,
Their footfalls,
A rhythmic pattern
On the cooling ground.
Some holding hands,
As they fight the traffic.
Some calling out to each other,
Their voices ringing,
With the vibrancy of the hour.
Buoyant spirits all around.
Happy souls.
Happy feet.
Cool air.
A sigh of relief.
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