Azure

This time it started early.
I stared at the sky.
I opened the window then looked up high.
The azure I could see fairly
stained with white barely.

Then sudden changes happen.
A season after which fruits ripen.
White, black, or grey? Now I couldn't tell.
With darkness the sky was smeared .
Above my head my hands I reared.
To catch the first drop.

Then all from the sky were free falling.
Heavy like a waterfall.
The streets they did inundate.
Bad moods they did placate.
All living cells can sense it.
Our love for it is inherent.
Yes, a scene so breathtaking
A season of merrymaking.

Under the cars and roofs
Behind the doors
We escape the wet floors.
Standing away but passionately watching
In front of a scene so enchanting.

Outside on the streets jumping and a screaming
are the kids lighthearted.
They ,too, are enchanted.

To some it alleviates the pain.
To some it is somber and it is plain.
Others noted for their piety
see it as something pretty.

Then came thunder and lightening.
My eyes are now brightening.
To be realistic
I'm one who's aesthetic.
To me it's a scene so breathtaking.
To me it's a season of merrymaking.