For many of us the seasons are changing, bouncing unpredictably between cold and warm. Are you glad to be moving into a new season, or wishing for one more week of the old?
I woke up to the sound of pouring rain
And thunder, announcing news I’d been
Anticipating for weeks now: winter’s here.
I sip a cup of hot coffee, and look outside
The rain slowly stops. I watch as the last
Raindrop slide reluctantly off a leaf, and
The whole earth stands fresh, waiting.
Winter’s coming, days of ruthless heat
Are finally over. Soon, pretty flowers will
Shyly peek out, a cloudy fog will set in,
And Delhi will be clothed in the garments
That suits it the best.
I watch the change with a smile
Winter has a way of warming my heart
In a way that the summer sun never can.