In Ashadh's dark embrace, the rain poured down,
With sporadic showers, its rhythm found,
A dance of droplets, dancing in the night,
Brief respite from the dark, a glimpse of light.
Upon the attic's perch, a serpent coiled,
Its hiss resounded, "Drrrr...Drrrrr," it toiled,
Another voice, in harmony, replied,
"Drrrrr...Drrrr," as if in verse they vied.
The serpent spoke, "Again, the rain will pour,
No darkness now, the clouds shall weep once more,
Drrr...drrr...drrr," its warning in the air,
A prophecy of storms, a whispered dare.
But soon, the monsoon's song shall bid adieu,
The serpent's voice again breaks through the dew,
"Drrr..Drrr...." it said, with knowing tone so deep,
Foretelling of the time when rain would sleep.
In darkness and in light, the serpent's call,
In mystic verses, it reveals the fall,
Of rain and storm, a dance of nature's might,
In Ashadh's darkness, rain rained taking flight.
~ Dr Intaj Malek
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