Monsoon And Men

I recall rare when last I had Earth's fragrance following first rain, Heard peacock call, gone monsoon mad At sensing rains without refrain, Saw a joyful farmer's fair face, Right arrival of season's rain, Children playing with paper boats In waters flooding a dirt lane; But what rain means in city space? Help from heat, or virtual floats, Covered up full to keep out rain, Cut off from every Nature's scene; Like umbrella has been a man, Wet from without, dry from within! __________________________________________ Musings | 10.07.18 |