I love the season of the early rains
When roadsides thick with dusty laterite are
Washed by sudden storms and overnight
The countryside is clean and green again.
I love to hear the rain approaching like a
Whirlwind in the hush that comes before the
Downpour and the rush of unleashed furry in
The winds refrain.
I love the swish and roar when at its height
The raging water swooshes to the ground
Till you are defeated by the very sound
Of this wild symphony which floods the night
And when the storm has brought its swift release
The moon soars high and the stars begin to peep
Ah! Then I love the world that lies asleep
Newborn and wrapped in swaddling bands of peace.
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