Rainbow’s Tulle

A Prose Poem

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Woods eerily silent, birds flying low, ants homebound, a drab dampness in the air, a noise subduing itself, clouds culminating in silver-trimmed slaty couture, storm about to unleash, rain is on the way
Ah, storm liquifies loud with streaks of lightning, sky squashing, a drop plops in soil, another on my cheek, then quickly four more, now streaming in a criss-cross, soon rain falling down in sheets drumming corrugated roof, tapping new leaves,
A twinkling trickle kissing my window’s glassy eyes, a far-off cadenza of golden oriole triggers as mist mingled with light rain engulfs landscape, red velvet mites appearing after subsoil torpor,
Petrichor emanating from the beady blades of grass, drifting along fresh sillage of now stale times, tincture igniting dessicated fuels, feeding the spirit with surreal freedom, a rhapsody takes over changing notes and beats now and then,
Mango trees anointed by juices of April showers, many blossom spikes shorn off in sharp respite yet trunks feeling gratified, soil absorbs greedily what impassioned rain shelled out in affectionate swipes,
O petrichor, stay longer as soil is your muse,
O rain, don’t wither and wane, I want to behold your hue in the illumining moon before sunlight refracted by ether unfurling a rainbow’s tulle.

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Era Garg March 2021