Divine Medley

Divine Medley

Last few drops of rain

Trickle down sloping roofs

And roll down gently from shiny leaves

After clouds have wrung themselves dry

To fall into puddles growing shallower

With every moment passing by

Tiny splashes

Silent to open eyes

Spring up all around

Waiting to be heard by a mind

That’s willing to let go

Of every other sound

One just has to close eyes

Listen to the beats

Randomly scattered in time

There is no rhythm nor any rhyme

That makes one tap their feet

Or sway their torso wild

Just a divine medley

Drenching them

In those fleeting ripples of time

©️ShashikantDudhgaonkar