POETRY
Woolen balls of rain!
a free verse poem on thoughts during a monsoon rainfall
as those big dollops of raindrops dripped on my spectacles, as those rain-laden winds caressed my skin, inducing goosebumps, as all the leaves on trees swayed tumultuously, in unison, I wondered how the clouds are formed, up above, high in the sky, puffy balls of wool, as if someone has trimmed, trimmed those wools from a group of fluffy sheep and magically strewn them, on the sky, one after the other, gathering together, and that person, with a simple clap of thunder ignites the process of rain, tipper-tappering onto the earth, quenching the thirst of plants and human alike, cleansing every organism of the impurities, slowly, slowly, well, as my eyes stayed perched on the clouds, dodging the raindrops, did I just feel a rain-soaked ball of wool brush my cheek, managing to dissipate somehow, the very next moment, as my eyes started looking for it, or ’tis just, just a daydream, constructed block by block, by my fantastical thinking?
This poem is in response to Neha’s beautiful prompt-Favorite Season. Thank you so much for tagging me :)
To Read her gorgeous poem on spirituality, please click the below link:
In order to keep the thread moving, here’s my prompt that anyone can pick and conjure a poem from it-Petrichor
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