Micro poetry 4

The sulking blotch of

Greying nimbus,

Looks for the

Perfect opportunity

To rip itself

Ruthlessly

Into showers of

Worthwhile tears.

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The Mystic Rain

Here, I’ve described rain poetically with respect to the five senses:

The crisp wet air

Projects a shadowy limelight

In an inebriating

Masquerade

Of minty moonlight;

The silent break

In the quirky vaccum

Gives birth to an aura

With a young perception

Of acute

Reminiscences;

Reeking petrichor,

An intoxicating concoction

Of virginal incense

Camouflaged in fresh soil

And a scintillating

Whiff of blowing camphor;

A gentle rip of

The angelic nimbus

Pouring shudders

Of innocuous gunshots

That spill an immaculate

Hooch of timed music;

The  burning desire

Of  insatiable tongues,

Satisfied with opaline

Blessings that spout

An hors d’oeuvre of

Blissful eternity!

Raindrops of togetherness

        

   
             Miraculously

       Entwined crisp drops

          Race desperately

        Towards the earth.

           Heavy petrichor

         Lingers sensually,

         Encompassing me

              and It feels

           like an eternity

            Of sheer bliss,

         Defying my senses

        that are consensually 

                 haywire.

        The  nature quietens

       And responds in sync

       With the sublime pour

           Of bountiful love

          From the grey skies.

      The symphonic melody

        Of the gushing rain,

           Rings in my ears

        With every mystifying

                Downpour

            And brings with it

            An immaculate

                 Embrace

         Of unmatched purity.

           Playful puddles

         On the moist earth,

             Brings anew

       a juvenile-excitement.

          An intimate ambience

           Formed amidst this,

           Binds us together

            With ties, afresh.

            The grey clouds

            Speak volumes

             With rumbles

           Of roaring thunder.

             It’s this beauty

              Of the rain

          That nothing can

                Surpass,

        Until maybe, forever!

  

Rain has always been a harbinger of bliss , purity and togetherness. It radiates the essence of the  flawless bond that the skies above share with the earthly greenery below. The two coalesce together incredibly into a bountiful mass of love that unfolds an amazing mystery to humanity.
The nature answers humbly to the beautiful call of rain through it’s sated approval and plays in sync with the rain.
The mystifying, yet chilling, heavy downpour of rain  blended phenomenally with  thunderstorms, keeps us desperately craving  for more!