The forest has become darker,

And nuzzle her wildlings after the rain.

Nurturing them with periodic sunlight

The soft faces of flowers and their green shoulders

Are too wet for the pollinators.  

Every cumulus is rudderless now.

As the wind swells again.

They seem like coagulated form

Of sea or a river that left a distant glacier,  

To begin his or her journey long ago.    

Afresh from a heavy shower,

Trees flutter their leafy hair

And their boughs heavy with rain water.

The cool wind’s undulating breath of curiosity,

Speaks about her carefree gait.

In the morning after heavy rain,

The rain-fresh periwinkles and magnolias,

Greet you with their joyful faces!

And the grass’s determination to outgrow

Other foliage has become more resolute.