The thundering clouds with gushing showers of rain

Marched ahead on the cerulean terrain like soliers on battlefield

With lightening blazing like guns roaring in war

They came like celestial plumbing of angels in motion

Opened by the creatures on fluorescent wings

To quench the thirst of the parched throat of the earth

The rainbow stood as a wide gateway with pillars

On the edge of the distant horizons

Those laced by the turquoise hills afar

And its peak kissed the zenith of the azure heavens

The flowers undergo ablutions in nature’s pouring elixir

Flowing from the toppled buckets of the cherubs high above

Trees standing in the filtering golden rays

Enduring the heat in stoic silence 

With sweat pouring down in rivulets flowing down trunks

Are rejuvenated by the pouring drops of rain

While the peacock opens its plumage to dance in rapture

Croaking toads and frogs sing their own opera

The marrigold furlsits petals in dread of the impending storm

And from my window the wind enters drenched in moisture

Fortelling the arrival of the rain in strange whispers

And I peep out to see the clouds marching ahead as a parade

A strage sight with a group of children racing ahead

Of the approaching showers of rain….