THAT SWEET ZEPHYR,
THE SCENT OF WET SOIL.
THE LUSH TREES,
BEING FED.
THE MUSICAL NOTES,
OF THE DROPS.
AT LAST! THE MONSOON RAINS ARE HERE!
THE CANOPY OF CLOUDS- CRYING,
HANGING LOW, ENCOMPASSING THE HORIZON.
AN ICY WEATHER,
THE FLAMBOYANT WIND,
PLAYING FLUTES!
THE WORLD DANCING AT ITS HYMN,
BEING FED, WITH LOVE.
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A refined poetic imagination, Huda. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.