Nature’s concert – Rakshitha Reddy

Nature’s concert {by Rakshitha Reddy}

Silence occupied her room,
like even her breath could be heard.
No voice, no spirit, not even a trace of wind.
Music leisurely began with the pitter-patter of rain,
Sounding like the jazz drumming with brushes.
Feathered friends and frogs began to sing,
Grasping the background of a rumbling thunder.
Mud pervaded its mind soothing scent
When lightening captured the whole concert from sky,
She became the audience looking through window,
Her lips separated prompting dimples on her cheeks.