May! I Am Afraid Of You

Last day of hot and unpleasing April! With tears and fears I bid farewell to the existing hostile year's ruler. April was not too bad to rule. My sixth sense has received a mayday signal from the static ship of weather. In a country on the shore of too hot Arabian Sea where there is an energy crisis a bird desires to shave its feather! Even in the nest where nature is kind with the winds the thirsty bird with nibs open and tongues stretched is reading Coleridge's The Rime of the Ancient Mariner. There may be plenty of hard water in Arabian Sea but the female bird needs soft water to drink and the helpless spouse replies, wait for a shower! Ignoring the mayday signal for more adversities feared in the reign of the oncoming May, they joined their nibs in search of a soother. And they got it, their tongues are wet, breathing where breathing becomes a dream miracle of love there comes as a shower!