Megh (Clouds)

She is draped in lushness,

Pristine, enduringly beautiful.

Life and love spring forth,

From this medley of interfusion.

Soaked, wet, green, ready.

No, not kama, or perhaps is,

Of the elements and their interplay. 

The blanket, they nuzzle under, 

A cold, or is it a warm grey?

In this timeless seasonality.

When hope, joy and creation abound. 

Evoking songs, poems, romance, 

From the depths of souls.

From slumber and harshness does spring forth,

A tapestry of greens, blues and tufts of white strewn asunder.

Mother earth reclaims her moment, her time, her life.

Another season, another cycle does begin,

Fresh, new, sparkling, zesty, crisply young again. 

Aaahhhhh the joys, the joys of "baarish", "rain", "....barson re megha, barson...".

(Original pics. "...barson re megha, barson..." lyrics from the movie Guru, song by A.R.Rehman)