Yesterday evening it rained,
loud thunder, blindening lightening,
elongated thunder, golden lightening,
wet leaves dazzling in lamppost light, parallel planes
in dynamic modes
bubbles swimming, white threads saree -knitting,
raindrops falling, cold wind blowing,
I remembered my youngdays,
going out to outskirt of village
to see this in solitude.
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