When the Earth's sad clouds cry crystal
as it palpates the ground
I smell the Earth smile
the drop on the leaf blade
trying to embrace the ground
moves with celerity on the leaf's surface
As it magnifies the green
the trees and plants radiate
their true self
And as the wind gushes through the green
the drops gravitate to seek my touch
with my eyes closed and arms wide open
I stand there waiting for the crystals to palpate my skin
feeling them make way down my groove
and swirl in my button
I feel spasms of pleasure and chills running
down my spine.
~ Darshan Shanbhag
It rained in Dandeli for the last two days; this was something I penned down when I saw a girl enjoy the rain as if it was her last.
