The heavens are very generous today.
Bouldering rocks of heavens
seems to be trembling.
Sending drops like hailing diamonds.
The timepiece of my house is now
Living in denial, refusing to believe,
it's five minutes past ten in the morning.
From the merry view of my breakfast table,
Veggies of mother's garden tilt and quiver alongside the falling rain.
The pea plants seems to continuously
wave and dance to the thud of drops.
Me on the other hand sits with a mug of chai.
Inhaling petrichor, with a pen deliberately trying to draw nature's poetry In to a book,
on a mere piece of paper.