The Rain Of Madness...

A croaking frog,
Comes out in the bog.
Million-legged vermins,
Big, old ants with special seasonal wings.

Clique of moths 'roun the glowing lamp,
Camouflaged bugs giving a look so blank.

Smell of wet soil,
Mixed with that of maimed insects' pile.

Enormous growth of unwanted weeds in your garden,
Lush green leaves ..no dust having on 'em laden.

That sensation of tackiness
Moisture in air and natures loveliness.

Pure wee drops of water,
Falling on face,,your heart they flatter.
Wetting the two glasses of spectacles while blurring your vision,
Making you run under a shade in sudden quick succession.

How badly you need a cup of coffee,
And then the longing to have plateful of bhajiyas you see!

The way you miss that special someone,
Moments of bliss coming with hiding sun.
How you brood over things that someone said,
Then you sing to cherish the time together you've spent.

Night lullabies of nature,
Some indecipherable declaration the clouds then utter.

the super-harmonious sky...
Higher in dreams i fly...

O my goodness,
This rain of madness