It starts with a breeze,
Like soothing hand on a fevered brow,
It picks up the crescendo,
Like brilliant throes of an operatic alto,
It lights up the skies,
Like a magician's flash before the big reveal,
And then come the rains!
The aroma of the pregnant soils,
Like an eluding tease,
Escape before you savor it,
Like lands finally let out a sigh.
The sounds of a deafening orchestra,
Only the gods would read it's pages,
As it drowns the voices,
Of us mere mortals.
Heads tilt heavenwards,
Marveling at the grand scheme of things,
Carved one drop at a time!