The drizzle is so light
falls on the ground slight
it is so minute to the eyes
trickle and twist in tries
makes the soil glossy
shines through rather crazy
the breeze blows with a whistle
strikes the face gently like a thistle
the air around picks up the moisture
renders a beautiful weather
not very cool nor warm in nature
all the more pleasant in stature
the evening turns great in tone
an exhilarating outflow from the zone.
Meenas Poems 