The trees are rustling with thrills
The sky is roaring from the unseen lion
The sands are dancing high to the tune of the air
The birds are singing as they rejoice along
Alas! This is not an eclipse
But the day’s getting darker
For the night to get to work
The ears of the writer is not deaf to these sounds
He sees, listen and sips his tea
As the world goes by.
Few minutes later,
The lyrics of “…Come again another day…”
Filled the mouth of the little boys in the street.
You’re welcome to the rainy season.
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