True Colours of Nature

a poem by Mabel Annie Chacko

There comes a time
When the land is thirsty,
And looks dehydrated
Yes…
It is the end of summer
and the onset of Monsoon.

When comes the first rain,
The sizzling water
Is hungrily absorbed by the thirsty sand,
Dusty leaves go green,
and the mind gets enriched.

After the rain,
The peacock dances
The birds sing
And the frog croaks.
As the vehicles pass by
They spray the water on the passers by.

Monsoon gives
A new fresh look
To the tired and thirsty nature,
It is only during monsoon
that we can see
The Nature in its True Colours.