Drenched In Summer Rain

By B Bindu

Awaiting the freshness,

Moor stretched out so far.

Wishing ground for the sprouts,

In a summer haze so hard.

Dreamy willows and cracked ground,

What good can come where roams a hound?

Hold fast your breath,

for Miracles happen every day.

Blossoms spread out from a flower,

for clouds are at the bay.

Lightning kissed and quenched the thirst again,

Gentle touch, for moor, was then…

Drenched in Summer Rain.

By B Bindu