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
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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”