My august rains

thick fog and heavy mist
cold chilly rain drops
seeps and seeps within
warming the cockles of the hills
nurturing the greens

earthy smell awakens the primal
rivers gurgling with fierceness
wilderness beckons with fervour
sweetness and savagery mingle
with wild abandon

it rains outside and it rains within

long forgotten tunes encircle
bygone smells find their path
deep inside the being
listlessness gives way to passion and longing

fire starts and now it burns and burns...


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