Tuesday, June 08, 2010

The First Drops...

The skies hang heavy, the clouds ready to burst,
I look upwards in ready, waiting for the rains to quench my thirst,
But the greyness just teases, as the dark clouds come and go,
My brows furrowed along their creases, I wait for when rainwater, in its gushes, o'er these roads would flow,
I sit by my window, cool gusts of wind in my hair,
Staring at the potential show, that the monsoons threaten to lay bare,
And then the first drops fall, followed in earnest by the first rain,
Right then, for me, the world does stall, and I'm lost in the magic of the monsoons, all over again!

5 comments:

Sneha said...

Lovely poem.:)
yaha bhi barish ho rehi hai.:)

Ria said...

oh yes!! I want the rains.

Mulling Over My Thoughts said...

@Sneha:> Thank you! I love this weather...overcast, a little rains here and there...very romantic!

@Ria:> Hehehe...Bombay is most beautiful in the rains innit? Was sitting at Marine Drive in the evening y'day, awesome ambiance!

Bluebutterfly said...

When I read this in the morning today, the rains had just stopped.. Ah, the moment when it stops raining.. there is just a moment of silence and then birds come out and there is loud chirping...
The weather was soo beautiful the entire day today.
Sadly, Delhi has to wait way longer for proper monsoons to unleash..

Mulling Over My Thoughts said...

:)
The weather's been awesome in Bombay the past week!
Spent a lotta evenings sitting at Marine Drive, watching the splashing waves!