Good Morning Rains Poem by Akhtar Jawad

The blackish brownies in miniskirts,
Dancing in the air, the weather inverts,
The old sea smiling on the old sky,
Fly my fairies, flourish and fly,
Pacify the hostile heating sun,
Snatch the bullets from the deadly gun,
Open the locks of your sweet showers,
Spread pearls on the on the flirting flowers,
Wash the greenery, make all shocking greens,
No more prickles and no more preens,
Now open the zip of your skirt,
I now wear but you now throw the shirt,
Come to me with your sexy cuts and curls,
Come with moonlight and hidden twinkles,
Sweetheart I love and like your all sprinkles,
I shall be waiting for you in a pleasant night,
Life will become a pleasure with your sight,
Be moderate in thunder and your lightning,
Good morning sweetheart, good morning.

(Inspired by a Saturday morning rains at Islamabad)