Fresh and Free

Do they know it is coming?
Wait is over, so is the longing,
Does the wind tells them,
It is approaching.
Hearing the news,
Shimmying and swaying,
With the mystic notes of breeze,
They dance in harmony.
Fireworks in the sky,
Crackling clouds fight like a child,
Birds hide in their nests,
Thunder strikes at her best.
Who will survive the test this time?
Discussions like this,
Spread like wild fire.
‘I have survived many rains,
Have seen flood and dirty drains,
I think I have a few more years,
Till I bid adieu to the ageing days,’
A lush gulmohar speaks his mind,
And a little sapling frowns all this while.
After all it is his first time,
Not sure how it feels,
To get drenched and envy in green,
Would it pass the test of life?
Old gulmohar frowns this time.
Shimmying and swaying,
Are the trees,
Sparkling and shining they look,
As a few raindrops fall from their leaves.
Together they sing,
‘Oh! dear rains,
Love to have you again,
Stay longer,
Patience has paid,
You are here again,
Oh! Lovely rains,
It’s time to surrender,
Dreariness is over,
Mood of celebration takes over.’