This evening
I see the skies
follow the winds
seek the sun,
decipher the clouds.
Glad to find the azure
blue sky acquire
a tinge of grey.
Warm winds blow no more.
Strike pleasant,
The ever bright sun
descend gently,
Clouds gather in dense,
appear as if moist laden
move sluggish.
Expectations rise.
Overjoyed to
notice the droplets
falling sharp.
it is a wow.
With surging anxiety
look for more.
Greed grips. Lo!
Rains play hide and seek.
Feel let down.
Baiting with breath
wait for the rains.
The tumult in the skies
render hope. Wait
for a heavy downpour.
Meenas Poems 