Shush, the morning whispers, pulsing.
Water on the window tracing.
Down through foliage rain hissing,
Earthy petrichor releasing.
To the ground the raindrops racing,
Stream abrimming with water coursing
Around the rock and branches, sluicing
Into hollows, swirling, massing.
Hush to hear the flowers dancing
And beside them, saplings waltzing.
Droplets pocking, leaping, glancing
On fat leaves, jumping, prancing.
All that’s past, the rain’s erasing –
Stuffy air, pollution, cleansing.
Its task complete, downpour ceasing –