The magnificent nimbus clouds are cracking,
They hang so low over the fallow land; seem
Breaking loose from the sky they are falling;
Being shoved by the breeze from the dale,
They veer towards the dark grove that stands
Mute to the world like a body timid and frail;
The clouds wake it from the deep slumber,
By roaring and lashing with splashes of light;
That dazzles the sky and the sleeping river.
Pearls float in the air inside the hutments;
In torpor, surrounded by the swaying palms,
That stand since years as firm abutments.
Drop by drop the music falls from above,
Ripples in the ponds rush to the weedy edges
Softly swishing as earth and sky fall in love.
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