Rain

A black blanket of low grey cloud,

a delightful dusk all around.

Waft of fresh and earthy smell,

A rainbow was formed by Sunlight and drizzle

Few pigeons have ventured out of nest

Little squabs are also flapping to their best

They took it all through their parched beaks

Tiny drops that branches leaked

Far off places are now opaque

Potholes on roads merged to a tiny lake

It drenched me and washed my soul

And rejuvenated me as a whole.