Bittersweet Secrets

  As I perch on the charpoy my eyes quickly fall on the dark grey clouds adorning the sky's blueness. 

      My spirits race with joy and my mind dreams and longs for another cool downpour to dissolve the unbearable heat that prevails. My soul longs  to get a whiff of the fragrant rain drenched soil. My ears  have now wiretapped the acoustic medley of a   few cricket , frogs  and different species of  aves singing in unison, creating an orchestric feel to  the silent unstirred air .

        As I allow my eyes  to cherish the blissful nature, my mind and soul gets crumpled to see the gigantic golden ball of fire reigning supreme in it's place of honour again. The happy clouds have now drifted away . The birds too have suddenly become nonvocal. 

           I can feel my spirit crying inside but I do know that it is still anticipating the  aura of the fresh cool droplets along with their pitter pattering when they descend .