The smell of musty soil and the forecast of rain always made me and my sister smile. What seems like eons ago, but only about a decade earlier, I remember dancing around in the rain to no music but the rhythm in my head. My sister and I used to rush up to the terrace,… Continue reading Rain
Little drops of the sky Shining prisms, falling spry Drew patterns on the soil dry And air had the musk of rain They walked along the torrents Rain singing along their chorus, They rose and fell with the currents Without reserve, without rein The sky rejoiced their union As they enjoyed the seclusion,… Continue reading Fleeting Moments
Ananya Nidamangala Srinivasa 