The monsoon season in Delhi is almost on its last leg.
'Tis time to bid goodbye
to the washed clean Greens,
the diamond drops on the edges of leaves,
the freshly scrubbed flowers,
a peahen crouching under the Neem Tree
to keep its pretty feathers dry,
to keep its pretty feathers dry,
the rhythm of the gentle pitter-patter,
the curtain of rain that falls
lusciously in such symmetry,
and the great after-look
lusciously in such symmetry,
and the great after-look
of having been rain stroked
and rain-kissed!
and rain-kissed!
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