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The first downpour is waving down
Parched earth ,she gulps the limpid drops
It titillates her senses with acuity
Like burning incense earth emits
Sweet fragrance in the odorous air
The glorious Sun now veiled beneath the misty sheen
Peeps to see little brooks gurgling again
Lonesome rambling streams soon flow
It spurts to kiss the dancing leaves
Listen to its resonating beat
A sound so rhapsodizing be
To taste the cascading drops
Come croaking frogs, burrowing worms
The rainbow filters through turbid sky
Peacocks perch to preen pretty plumes dry
A lovely lament radiant fall
Sing o heavens , be joyfull all
For this downpour from yonder
On this yielding union on earth
When the sky roars clothed in black robes
And the earth is waiting coyly.
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Mary
This is well written, considering that you wrote this 23 years ago only makes this poem all the more a wonder to read and digest its beauty!
Sandie
It may be your first, but it remains, one of your best.
Ron
you were quite a hotsy totsy wordsmith! This is a wild and sensuous
romp with Nature. It must have taken a good downpour to cool you down!