Rains on a Mizo afternoon

Music of rains

Rushing wind, as if, weaves in the open

Waft rings in the music of church bells afar

Warp bring in smell of pigs and hens around

Above me, the sky finds it difficult to hold the heavy clouds

Clouds get darker with energy, await sparkles

Birds sit still on trees, as the time flies away

Rain follows, gathering momentum like a steam engine,

Puddles soon enjoin tin-roofs, leaves, roads, others

As their orchestra churns out joyous music