Perceptual Beauty

A beauty so serene,
Is the rainy day eve.
The gentle sway of all standing,
The light flutter in the breeze.
The watersoaked bird spreading
It's great wings,
To shelter it now shrinks.
The water droplets magnifying,
The magnificent lines and ceases,
Of the fine flowers and leaves.
Oh! What a sight!

Plop! Plop!
Comes the sound of the raindrops.
A frog takes a leap.
And I, shivering in the gentle cold,
But an upward curve on my lips,
The gentle breeze upon my hair,
Kissing with cold lips,
Upon my face and soul.
The gentle call of mother nature on My ear,
Put my cold pleasant foot,
Towards the rain soaked earth,
Welcoming it's beauty... Peace...
Serenity...
Calling towards me, the warmth of heart
It provides.
A surreal beauty,
A mother nature's grace.