The Coming of the Rains 2
Many shores away in South Africa, the Pied Crested Cuckoo beings its long flight to India heralding
the coming of the rains on the wings of the Monsoon Wind. And while they are on their way,
preparations back home are in earnest. Come let’s have a look…
The trees have flowered in every hue
It’s time for the circle of life to begin a new
Pods have popped spreading their treasure about
Little seeds lie in wait to sprout
Dragonflies have begun to swarm
The weather is now far from warm
The sugar and jaggery have gone damp
Flames flicker erratically in oil lamps
Ants emerge to salvage food
Babblers prepare to extend their brood,
Softly swishing butterflies hurry,
Buzzing bees get to their hives in a flurry,
The Sheep and Goat begin to huddle
Bats fly madly round trees in a muddle
All of them prepare to keep out of the rain
And patiently wait till its dry again
The weaver birds hurriedly builds his little hutch
The tailor birds gives his nest a finishing touch
The Babbler begins to serenade, “Honey, how do you do?”
The Owls holler “Too-wet to woo, Too-wet to woo”
Hairy caterpillars begin to crawl
Scarlet Rain beetles gets ready to enthrall
Herons fly screeching across the sky
Humans crave a cup of hot ginger chai
Rumble Bumble the thunders sound
Lightning flashes around the town
Just as the Peacocks open their shiny tails and sway
The majestic Rain arrives tipping tapping away.
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