The trees and the plants are tired on a dull summer evening.
They almost forget to wave their leaves. You get to sense their groaning, when
you watch them closely from your terrace.
Far at a distance, I see a crow flying towards my mango
tree. With that, there is a breeze too. The clouds start moving and they start
crying for those trees.
Soon after, the wind blows the trees around in a wild way. Suddenly,
the Rain pours on to the red soil, the trees, plants, and the yellow flowers. When
a raindrop hits the surface, small droplets come out of the soil as the
raindrop enter into them. I think the soil is so happy with the raindrop and so
it releases the pungent fragrance in return.
The smell of the Earth is close to my heart. The smell
provokes many thoughts in me.
I never knew my mother Earth has a wonderful fragrance. The
clouds just gave the rain, but in return the mother gives back her wonderful
fragrance. It means, “It’s my land”. When it rains, it is red in color like my
blood. When it is dry, it is brown in color like when I am dead. Long live
Mother Earth!!
