The rains today have washed
roads, created ripples of surprise, as the sun peeked
amidst clouds to make this summer annunciation.
After winter’s foreboding for months in toil,
summer’s declaration hazily came. In fits and starts. Bits and pieces and winter sporadically entered. Change of seasons. We clamour for change every time these hills are under the watchful eyes of the sky. Earthquake tremors flash. Change will be, never.
