The weather’s triggering chaos all over the place.
Yet I’m beginning to love every move it makes.
Imagine the gloomy mushroom like umbrella
Turning inside out to look like a blooming blossom over your head.
Listening to the wind howl
As it goes window shopping outside the room.
Even a light drizzles gets swept off its feet
By the suave yet burly breeze.
Rainwater puddles making themselves cozy in potholes.
Frogs singing to the wind’s tune
And raindrops’ rhythm,
Despite their poor, sore throat.
Dogs look sleek with their gelled hairdo
And crows sporting a spiked up look.
Trees stand tall refreshed
And green after a cool shower.
There’s so much more to say, I’ve in fact left out a lot;
Will continue with some more whenever I’m back.
For now, I’m off to peer into the world
Through the raindrops that cling to the clothesline on my terrace.