Each drop fallen from above
fell at considerable distance
from the other,
tup tup sound filling every corner,
I sit in stoic silence watching
the surprised living organism trembling
in a peculiar cool breeze they’re not habituated to…
the clouds gather slowly
as if to a slow aalaap…the earth too looks as if
risen from a heap of grey…
as the distance from the drops reduce,
a lone baby bird is heard
at its frightening worst,
lost as it is in this unusual grey wilderness…
My feet absorb the raindrops…
the greyness still persisting on my toes…
A Pre-Storm Morn
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