I pull my pet away as she proceeds to smell soggy leaves after the first monsoon shower, and keep her on the concrete path. The people who vouch for walking barefoot on grass or sand have their feet clad in shoes.
I wonder what has gone down with the dust into wet soil, and what might emerge later. Are silent seeds dreaming of rains smiling now? I might soon see a lone leaf or flower emerging from cracks, like an answered prayer.
I see fading sunlight reflected in the droplets on a large leaf. Someone is handing over charge.
anger, heat and dust
frustration with delayed rains
seasons buried here
Creative Experiments and More 