Rains are here again

Rains are here again short poem

Rains are here again,
I am surrounded by hues
of blue and grey in the sky,
with sunlight filtering in sometime.
The earth has wrapped herself
in the fabric of flora
and fauna has not stayed behind,
the buzzing of the wings
of a small insect,
the smell of wet earth,
the feeling of dampness
everywhere around,
and the intensity with which
I welcome the Sun sometimes.
I see the wet stray dog
looking for shelter and warmth,
children of the street
dancing in the rain,
huddled close together,
seeking a shelter
at other times.

I stand with my arms open,
my eyes closed,
my mouth open
with my tongue out,
trying to taste and cherish
the rain drops as they fall,
wet to the last dripping bone,
I am one with elements
of water and earth,
Rains are here again.

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Vivid imagery that brings the rains alive even as one reads the words..

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