The foreboding notion pervaded the air,
I leapt from my bed faster than I could care,
The monsoons were finally here, at long last,
Let it rain! Let it rain, nice and fast!
I went down, quicker than ever,
Wishing to discern the first rain crystal-clear,
The earthly smell came and tingled my nose,
And said, "Don't worry, the rains are close!"
With patience, for long I waited,
My eagerness, having accentuated,
But no matter how far I tried to see,
The rains kept on eluding me.
Disheartened, I turned to leave,
Hard as I tried, I wouldn't believe,
That the rains are not yet back on track,
And that is when a drop fell on my back.
I looked up, my smile broadening,
Slowly but surely were the drops falling,
And the ultimate happiness, I found here,
Standing in the first rain of the year.
- Dhruv Narayan
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The first rains
PoezieAlmost everyone loves the rains. But, there is an undefinable something that sets the first rains apart from the rest. This is for all those who like to immerse themselves in the first rains of the year! Read along!