Through the window, I saw the magical out pour,
The surge of excitement filled my soul,
The glasses were the boundaries that were to be crossed,
To witness the delight flowing outside the window,
It buzzed and thundered vociferously,
I felt the theatrical drama unfold with a spout of
lightening,
My heart waited for the next scene to be told,
And it came sudden and clouds cried,
It enthralled the audience with its effective performance,
And the audience rushed for shelter in its riposte,
The lantern swung free in the air,
The trees hurled their branches like a girl’s hair,
It never seemed to cease in its current act,
So enchanting was this exquisite fall,
The thunder came and went like a spirit,
And the residuum was the drops on the leaves,
It settled elegantly at the corner,
Augmenting the grace of lush green leaves,
How I wondered I could be one of them,
The drops that creates the ripples in the soul,
And flows free like the genie set free from the bottle,
The gist of the drama left is in this residual drop,
Flowing freely and occupying its own place in the world,
Bridging the wide doors and crossing the threshold.
