Freshness...

In the middle of April,
Dust and heat reachin' intolerance level,
I felt a drop touchin' me.

Swiftly opened my eyes,
To ascertain if it was just a lie,
"No its not!" shouted a Thundering cloud.

Too nice to still believe,
Sun has already started to relieve,
A gust of wind rushed along my cheek.

Rustles of leaves,
Bend of tress,
Perfect onset of evening you see.

Birds began returning to their nest,
Everyone around enjoying nature's fest,
Found myself soaked in freshness of moment as that.

Sky was already dressed in shades of dark grey,
Everyone lookin' up requesting god to hear our pray,
The drizzle would once again bring everything alive.

Tender green leaves studded with tiny drops,
Paddy fields once again would be laden with crops,
Freshness would be felt once again in our thoughts.

~Prankur
(18.04.2012)