Morning Rain

Crooning rain
Caressing glass panes with gentle patter,
Little flowers of raindrops waltzing till day-break
Gliding rising-falling on liquid silver;

Rising smell of aroused earth,
Moaning wind eavesdropping through half open window,
Dusky silvery cloudy sky
Basking in the doused sun’s after glow;

My love!
It’s a magical morning,
When you come like that-in your elements,
To wake me up...

-Pulastya