Rain drops in a spider web. This was taken 4 years before, one day prior to the monsoon.
The atmosphere is filled with angst of the rain to come,
the heaviness of those fresh green leaves carrying big water drops from previous rain;
slight breeze that make the leaves splash drops of water;
as if its mimicking the rain that is to come.
I can hear the pelting of big drops now on the tiles,
From one drop to several,
its now transforming to an orchestra.
There is a lonely crow out there somewhere
I can hear the beginning of symphony
being prepared by the crickets.
A lonely toad has found its partner and now
there is a family of frogs welcoming the rain.
I wish every child in this world could see and feel the monsoon in my village!
Alathiyoor © GP 2007
The atmosphere is filled with angst of the rain to come,
the heaviness of those fresh green leaves carrying big water drops from previous rain;
slight breeze that make the leaves splash drops of water;
as if its mimicking the rain that is to come.
I can hear the pelting of big drops now on the tiles,
From one drop to several,
its now transforming to an orchestra.
There is a lonely crow out there somewhere
I can hear the beginning of symphony
being prepared by the crickets.
A lonely toad has found its partner and now
there is a family of frogs welcoming the rain.
I wish every child in this world could see and feel the monsoon in my village!
Alathiyoor © GP 2007
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