Summer Rain In A Doon Village

I am trying my hand in poetry these days and here is one for the start. This is about the summer rains before the harvest season begins in Dehra Dun. The sights and sounds are all from doon. It is called "Summer Rain"

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somewhere in clouds above, there is intrigue in the air,
the summer sun has taken refuge, hidden in it's lair.

the lands are parched, the winds are dry and dusty,
with his cracked hands, the farmer look above lusty.

dancing with the winds, the salsify tries to keep the tune,
there is electricity in the air, in this animate noon.

the heavens shudder, nearby strikes a blot from the gray,
signifying power & fear, but somehow only my dogs gets sway.

the shiny and mighty eucalyptus, swaying to kiss the earth,
and in this chaos, a million toona seeds escape with the mirth.

in this madness, the tree-stuck kites flutter wildly and toss,
wishing to be rescued, before rains crucify them to the cross.

from my window i see, the fallen wheat crop in fields below,
as if the heavens tried crop circles, with its mighty blow.

the beetles & the bees are long gone, for their work is done,
their labor nearing fruition, which started in early spring sun

the kids are elated in the street, as if they completed high school,
maybe the power lines are down, that's why all these kids misrule.

outside the money-plant is shiny now, and dahlia is pepped up again,
all seem invigorated, i can from my watering job some days abstain.

i tell my sedated dogs, that all this will get over soon,
probably they also like this small relief, from the summer June.

i wait hurriedly, for all this blitzkrieg to be over fast,
for in my mind, is only to collect the fallen raw mango loot.

the rains were intense & muddy,as brown as if the First Curse,
ask the Maker, this is just the beginning of the first verse.

it smelt strangely pleasant,some say as if first rains on burnt lands,
i say it smells like redemption & hope, i say it smells like desire.

perched high up in the air, i wish i was a rainmaker,
bringing life to everything below, acre by acre.