SMELL OF SOIL

The refreshing breeze flows alight,
When the skies cry with all their might,
It’s raining hard, real hard,
A truly amazing sight…

As the first drops fall on mud,
They vanish without a trace,
Gulped down by parched earth,
Vanquishing its eternal thirst.

Big drops of water fall on street,
Creating myriad patterns as they speak,
Falling in hurry and spate,
A sound so ethereal…only Mother Nature could create.

Large and huge; form the puddles,
Jumping kids dancing with glee,
As if god has answered their final plea!

I see a droplet fall from a leaf,
Reluctant, unwilling to leave,
Its stays there till eternity…till it finally bows,
Its so pure and serene,
Grass looks a refreshing green,
And a solitary bird, sitting on a ledge calmly preens…

All the sounds fill my heart,
The distant shrill of a peacock,
The croak of a frog,
And the moo of a cow pulling a creaky cart.

Its almost over now,
With just needle like mist falling…
On that fine blade of grass,
I can see an unknown insect crawling.

Standing on the porch,
I try to absorb it all…
NO, it’s not the first time I am watching water fall…
But it never ever fails to enthrall.

It is time to go in now,
Taking a cool deep breath I suddenly ponder,
There was this last thing I was about to miss,
With the indelible smell of soil,
Mother Nature bade me a final kiss…