Notes of the Day

This time.
Eyes didn't go probing for water.
This time.
Stems hid and petals too.
But, it found roots.
Not by the bay,
but gradually sprouting at window.

PITTER, patter.
splash, SCATTER

Creating musical notes as it fall side by side
Pinging from sky to pong the Earth.
Obstructing objects with showers
to satisfy yesterday's thirst. 

PITTER, patter.
splash, SCATTER

Feeling of the cool and calm pelting me,
as it alarm others with rage in avenues,
Gifting some peace cupped by tea.
Enticing laborers the fancy of sleep.

PITTER, patter.
splash, SCATTER

Next time.
Eyes before the sun..........


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