The shower had stopped and the raindrops hung from wires and leaves
Swinging gently in the breeze,
unsure of the new surroundings,
loath to making new commitments to the world below.
Spring came with it’s commitment to spread warmth and cheer.
It impregnated the air with love, awoke the cuckoo and
reached the spot where the gulmohur tree would eagerly wait.
Only to find the gulmohur replaced, by a concrete pillar.