The overcast skies,
the gray texture looming with hues of bries,
endorsing the previous night downpour,
with water puddles scattered on the moor

The fidget wind leaving with egress,
making the waves a tad restless,
the restive seagulls were flying around,
and the tall pine trees swaying with a trail of sound.

And then it started to drizzle,
The tiny droplets covered the ground,
Some ran for shelters,
But few leaped, raring to leave the compound.

Such was the nature’s essence,
To its rhythm the creation surrounds,
Every living soul in the Mother Earth’s embrace,
Danced to its lasting redound.

Copyright © Shantanu Baruah