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.
