rain

Who doesn’t love rain? When our thirsty ears lie in wait for rain drenched songs of earth. It’s my favourite season. 1.Pitter-patter prosody of heart’s crooning 2. Puddles and paper boats, air of festivity! The post is written in response to ‘Six word story prompt‘ hosted by Shweta

when it’s beating down

Beneath the towering peaks, Tall erect trees and lush blossoming meads, Sky larks soaring into the blue sky; It’s boiling, seething up, erupting underneath, deep down the burnt red-black sod of isle; When the sea-mist drifts off From undulating golden surface to coalesce with grey fumes and ashes, it patters on, beating out an intenseContinue reading “when it’s beating down”